#charlie comes from a *loud* family

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Charlie and Felix: Phone Calls

Masterpost Wordcount: ~2k Warnings: lots of swears? First Part | Last Part | Next Part

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Sitting in her dorm room, she sighs, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling. She is supposed to be focusing on her biology homework, but she keeps replaying her conversation with Felix in her head. So, he transferred from Rosehill University. That’s, like, The number one Supers college. Her brothers all go there. Or, went there. Her two oldest brothers, Elias, and Asher, have both already graduated. Mars is a senior now, and Jeremey, her twin, is a junior. Considering Felix is a junior as well, Jeremy and Mars might have had some classes with him. She pulls out her phone and texts Jeremy.

“Hey. Do you know Felix Westwell?”

“Ya. That guy is a jerk.”

Her brother’s response comes. Shortly after, her phone buzzes again, he adds,

“He got like, expelled lmao”

She replies,

“Nah, he just transferred to Bayshear.”

“??? WTF! Dude that’s crazy. Stay away from him. He’s bad news Frfr”

“We have a class together. He seems… nice enough.”

After that message, she immediately gets a phone call.

“Hello—” she starts to answer, but she’s immediately cut off.

“Char, I am so serious. You do not want to mess with that guy,” Jeremy’s loud voice announces as soon as she picks up the phone.

“Okay. Uh, cool. I just wanted to see if you knew him. I’ve had like, a couple of run-ins with him and he—”

“What kind of ‘run-ins’? What does that mean?” He cuts her off again, she rolls her eyes.

“I mean, we have a class together. We did a group project, calm down. Aside from that we’ve had like, one conversation,” she can already tell that she does not want to tell him out about her conversation with Felix yesterday. “He mentioned he transferred from Rosehill. I didn’t ask him about you though, he didn’t really want to talk about school.”

“Yeah, no shit!” Jeremy barks a laugh, “He got his ass expelled.”

“So, you weren’t like friends or anything then," she states.

“Friends,” Jeremy scoffs, “Yeah, for a while until he decided to go off the fucking deep end. Did you know he put Mars in the school infirmary for a month? He never apologized for that."

“Wait- that was because of him?” she asks, her heart sinking. She remembers that happening. It was late last year. Mars ended up being fine, thanks to the healers, but it was a really scary time. Apparently, that’s just sort of the nature of the school. When you’re strong enough, it’s common that other students will try to challenge that.

“Yeah man, he’s fuckin’ volatile.” Jeremy confirms.

Involuntarily, her heart begins pounding. Her mind drifts back to yesterday. Felix’s ability is no joke, she can definitely see that. But it’s crazy to think that the hands that held her yesterday were the same ones that nearly crushed her brother. Not that Felix was particularly gentle with her, not that she’s surprised he’s capable of it. It’s just that she didn’t truly consider how much danger she was in, until now.

“I guess. He definitely seems to have a short temper," she muses.

“To say the least,” Jeremy says with a huff, “It’s starting to sound like you’ve maybe had more than just a couple run-ins, Char. Spill it.”

“You’re going to freak out," she winces.

“I mean, now that you've said that, yeah, I want to freak out. The more you keep stalling, the worse I'm imagining.”

“Promise me that you’ll be chill," she asserts.

“Char,” he sighs.

“Promise!”

“Fine, whatever. I promise I’m going to be so chill about whatever horrible thing you’re about to tell me," she can hear the eye-roll in his voice.

“Okay so like, he was getting picked on for being a super—”

“Which he deserves,” Jeremey interrupts immediately, she should have put money on that happening. “He like, embodies all the reasons mundanes hate supers.”

“Germ, it was like, really problematic, okay? And besides, the guys messing with him didn’t know he was a super for sure. Anyway,” she begins, before her brother can cut her off again. “He ran off into the woods and I sort of followed him.”

“Charlotte,” he sounds disappointed, “you can’t just follow people into the woods.”

“I want to point out that I didn’t know he was a super at this point.”

“Uh, that’s,” he cuts himself off with an incredulous noise. “That’s so beside the point? Super or not, you shouldn’t just follow people into the woods, period.”

“So anyway,” she says, getting them back on track, “I wanted to check on him, and he showed me his ability. We talked for a while, it wasn’t a big deal," she tried to gloss over her explanation of the events.

“Wait, wait, wait. Run that by me again. He showed you his ability?” He asks, she can already hear the freakout that’s about to happen.

“You said you’d be cool about it!” She reminds him.

“I—” He takes an audibly deep breath, “by ‘showed you his ability’ do you mean that he used it against you?” His voice has a faux sense of calm to it.

“I don’t know that I would describe it like that.”

“Did he touch you, yes or no?” He asks, his voice trembling with a rage she can hear even through the phone.

“It’s not a big deal, Germ," she says, trying to smooth this over.

“Yes or no, Charlotte I’m being so for real right now.”

“Alright, so like only a little bit," she admits, "but I'm really fine. I’m really super fine, I promise—”

“Oh my god!” he explodes. “If I see him again, it is on fuckin’ sight.”

“No! No J, it is not ‘on sight’ do you even hear yourself!”

“Do you hear yourself?” He returns immediately. “Listen, Mars is strong as hell. Did you not hear the part where I said that Felix put him in the infirmary for a month. That’s four weeks with advanced healers, dude.”

“Alright, I get it—”

“Do you? Seriously? Like, all of his ribs were broken. He literally almost died, and he's fucking Mars. You're you! You should not be putting yourself in these situations! You’re not invincible, Charlotte! I mean, you’re out there all by yourself, you can’t just—I mean, I’m not there, Mars isn’t there, like,” he heaves a frustrated sigh.

“What, Jeremy. You’re not here to protect me?” She can feel herself flash with a hot spark of anger, “Just because I don’t have powers, doesn’t mean that I’m completely helpless!”

“Stop. That’s not what I’m saying, and you know it,” he counters. “I’m saying, the whole point of you going to a mundane school was so you could just be around some normal people for once! But, Of course, you go and find the one super in the whole school. Of course, the one super at your school would be the most dangerous guy I know. Fucking great. I swear, it’s like you look at danger and just think Yeah, that looks friend-shaped, why not!”

“Whatever, Jeremy. Felix and I aren’t even friends! I told you we just had like, one conversation. He was sort of a jerk anyway. I—” she huffs, “look, I’ve got a lot of homework to take care of. I’ll talk to you later.”

She hangs up quickly, tossing her phone aside with a frustrated swear.

Jeremy has always been super protective of her. She understands where he’s coming from, and she can’t say that he’s wrong. But still. It’s so frustrating to hear him say it. Yes, she should be more careful. Yes, he’s not here to protect her. Yes, it’s scary that Felix nearly killed her brother. She didn't know that before.

Maybe she has a worse judge of character than she originally thought.

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“Mr. Westwell, this has been an enlightening session,” his advisor says as they finish their online check-in. It’s what she always says, and it typically means that he’s done a bad job convincing her that he’s, he doesn’t know, normal? He supposes that's what she's looking for. Whatever it is she’s looking to get from him, it would seem as though he hasn’t been able to provide that just yet.

Even when he comes in, trying to answer the questions the way she wants them to be answered, he’s always met with a ‘this has been enlightening.’ She'll take her report back to the school, and he'll be stuck at this shitty mundane college. Theoretically, if he's on his best behavior, eventually Rosehill will accept him back. He doesn't think that's really going to happen.

“One more thing before I leave you, have you made any friends at Bayshear?” She asks.

“With any of the mundanes?” He scoffs, “I hardly see how that’s relevant.”

“Hm,” she says, obviously disappointed. She tilts her head, making a note of that response.

“Well, alright. I’ve made one friend, if it’s that important,” he covers quickly, crossing his arms with a huff. The coordinator pauses. The picture of her on his screen looks up at him over the rim of her glasses.

Great now he needs to think of a believable lie. Or, actually, wait. Maybe it doesn’t need to be a lie. It certainly won’t be the entire truth, but he might actually have something here.

“I met this girl. Her name is Charlotte. I don’t, uh, I don’t know her last name. She’s in one of my gen-ed classes, we were partners on a project.”

“Alright,” the coordinator does not sound terribly impressed. Now that he's heard himself say it out loud, he isn't really impressed either. Felix runs the mental math, trying to figure out if telling her what really happened would be better or worse for his record. She had asked him the story behind his black eye earlier, and he completely fielded the question, changing the subject entirely. Maybe he can actually spin this one though. It's worth a shot.

“Okay, fine. Do you want the story about my eye?” He says, gesturing to his still swollen face, The coordinator takes of her glasses, listening with a raised brow. “I’m not changing the subject, it kind of all goes together,” he sighs. “So these guys were being really obnoxious, and I know you probably won't believe me, but they actually started a fight with me. I swear I was actually trying to de-escalate and everything. But, I mean, long story short,” he gestures again to his face. “Maybe you should put in your notes that I lost a fight to a couple mundanes on purpose. If they were supers that would not have happened. But,” he raises his hands, digressing.

"I went out to the woods nearby to blow off some steam and Charlie- uh, Charlotte, the girl from my class, she followed me. I was like, ‘hey you need to leave,’ because I was going to use my ability, and I obviously didn’t want her there for that. Because I'm actually really trying to be on my best behavior and not traumatize the random mundanes here. But, she is the most stubborn person I’ve ever met, so did she leave? Of course not. So, I grew, but she didn’t freak out. She was really normal about it. Uh, we," he decides to respectfully omit all the middle parts of the story, "we just, ended up talking. Apparently her brothers go to Rosehill? I don’t know. She also said she wouldn’t tell anyone about my abilities because the mundanes are weird about that sort of thing here. And, anyway. I don’t know. That’s probably a lot of nothing. It’s a new development. But yeah, we’re totally friends. Check.”

“Felix, that is…” enlightening. Yeah, whatever. He predicts her next words, but he's surprised when she says instead, “that is really some great progress. I’m happy to hear that,” she says. He looks up. “I hope to hear more about Charlotte next time, she sounds like she could be a good influence for you.”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah for sure,” he says, and with that the videocall ends. This is great news for him. Charlie is such a social butterfly. And so far, he hasn’t really been able to get her to leave him alone.

Maybe he’ll make a friend after all.

[severepink]

Observing Adam

Where I go way too deep into something that probably isn't that deep. It's long, it's long as hell.

Okay, so you'd think with how Adam talks he's just a typical misogynist, right?

This man worships pussy. So much so, he's named a whole ass angel, one of his best, Vagina. You'd say that he objectifies them and thinks of them as being lesser, but I don't think that's the whole story. In fact, I think he might be the original simp.

All of these exorcists so far have been women. All of them. He refers to them as ladies or bitches interchangeably, he sees them as being completely capable of absolutely decimating leagues of some of the most vile beings who have ever existed, and they have, to the point it was only after thousands of years that there's been a risk to this hierarchy.

He's a self-centered, egotistical, loud-mouthed, arrogant asshole, no doubt about it, but I'm beginning to suspect something now.

If Adam and Lilith were created from the same dust, if they were created as equals, I am more than willing to bet... Lilith is also a self-centered, egotistical, arrogant asshole. But, she's likely far more intelligent, composed, and duplicitous.

Lilith was allowed to refuse Adam and leave of her own free will and garnered her own independence. A new wife was created for Adam, she was replaced. My guess, is she thought Adam wouldn't be able to live without her, to come back and find herself replaced entirely, she was enraged.

I believe both Adam and Lilith were both incredibly dominant individuals who fought over ideas, thoughts, and ultimately in the bedroom as well, if we take into account the creationist stories.

I'm willing to bet she likely manipulated Lucifer into twisting humanity against its original concept. What if Lucifer's intention truly was to just spark something within Eve, like independence and thought and creation, but it was Lilith's poison within the fruit that tainted her, then subsequently Adam, with sin.

Lilith thrived in hell, while Lucifer's dreams of creation were dashed. She didn't suffer as he did, instead the power of her voice grew with hell. Her voice grew so powerful that heaven found it to be a threat, her actions instigated the beginning of exterminations.

Charlie said that when she was a little girl, she didn't know Lucifer at all. I don't think this was because of Lucifer, he's seen here, picking her up, inviting her to share in his thoughts and dreams, showing her something wonderful. Something she could see within herself.

Charlie says that it's this moment that sparked her will to fight for her dreams. Which is strange, because at the very beginning of the story, Charlie says it was her mother's dream that was passed down to her.

Lilith took Charlie away. In this scene, Lucifer wasn't done showing Charlie his thoughts and dreams, he's still yearning to show his daughter these things at this point.

Lucifer loves his daughter. He loves Charlie so, so, so much. So why wasn't he allowed to build a relationship with his daughter for the longest time? He was waiting for the opportunity to get to know her, but with how much he adores her why didn't he do it sooner? He didn't comment on 'It took you a while-' he just said he missed her smile. They don't want to be pulled apart, again.

Now, we know Vivziepop has said that Lucifer and Lilith love each other, but Lilith 'wears the pants' in the relationship. We see all of the pictures all over the walls of a supposedly happy family. I don't think the relationship was as loving as originally portrayed and Lilith is a woman who desires control above all else. She likely tried to mitigate what influence Lucifer had over their daughter when she thought his angelic thoughts and behaviors became more than what she approved of.

Lets take it back to Adam and Lute for a moment. Again, Adam is a loud mouthed idiot, he's a jerk. The moment he realizes there are demons in heaven, he's ready to go on the attack. It's only because of Lute that he didn't end up doing something absolutely idiotic.

I gotta say, Lute and Adam's relationship is an absolutely fascinating one. He's a disrespectful dick head in how he talks, but how he acts is a different story. He allows Lute to man-handle him. He does listen to her, even if he's a whiny bitch about it.

Look at him, this is the face of a man listening, a dumb one, but a dude listening all the same. He doesn't manhandle her back, he doesn't even pull away until she lets go of his collar. Of all the shit he complained about, between being grabbed and being told what to do, his biggest complaint is that she's telling him to shush.

We know that Adam is the one who suggested the exterminations to begin with, so Sera says, and this was because of the power that Lilith was amassing. To him, Lilith is a threat. Even when he was willing to move on, to go to another wife when Lilith didn't want him or want to submit to him (fair babe, he's a bit of an idiot), she came back with an angel and proceeded to manipulate his new wife Eve. This is the supposed progenitor of man-kind, the original dick (hilariously enough), the reason civilization even exists at all. He and Eve had to fight for their lives after being tempted with the fruit. They had immortality, they had no ideas of shame, they were supposedly 'innocent' creatures before Lilith and Lucifer came along. He and Eve had to fight tooth and nail to survive after being cast from Eden. I think it shows in how willing and ready he is to take lead and do what he believes needs to be done, now out of a need for entertainment rather than a need to defend or protect. But, he still stopped to listen to Lute's advice. In the mythological story of Adam and Eve, Adam is the one who has to tell Eve that god said don't eat the fruit. Eve never heard god speak to her, so she was vulnerable to the snake's manipulations. She will now die because she ate it, and because she did not want Adam to take another wife, convinced him to eat it unknowingly. Funnily enough, Adam tried to explain to god that 'she lied to me and gave me the fruit' and in this actual mythology, Adam was punished for listening to his wife. Even without mentioning Lilith in the original mythology, Eve didn't want Adam to take another wife, so when we consider it within the context of Hazbin Hotel, it may be likely that's how it went down. Eve knew of Lilith, knew that she could be replaced, and decided that she would take Adam with her.

I believe that Adam does and did rely on the women in his life to help him with direction. I think Adam knows he can be an idiot and is willing to listen, even if he doesn't agree with what he's hearing. He did listen to Charlie in the beginning, he just didn't believe in her, like everyone else and he, out of anyone there, probably had the most reason not to. Cain and Abel were his and Eve's sons, his own child became the first murderer. Out of jealousy, the same kind of jealousy that no doubt has caused Lilith to act how she did. Adam isn't going to have empathy for sinners. His family, his legacy, were filled with the original sinners. He probably had to kill his son Cain in hell during the first exterminations. What do you think he would have had to feel, if it came to be a fact that sinners could be redeemed? That maybe his son, could've been redeemed? Or any of his progeny for that matter? How did it feel when his sons, his progeny, weren't given the same mercy as the Hellborn that Lucifer managed to keep protected through some deal with the angels or god? Not to mention that Charlie could've been his daughter. Charlie is the product of the people who completely and totally destroyed the paradise he'd been born into. She's the daughter who is protected and immune from the slaughter while all of his sons and daughters are judged and killed. I believe, even though he was a dickish prankster to Charlie, he was surprisingly patient and even somewhat amicable, willing to even ask her how her weekend was like he was just trying to get to know her.

Adam could just see all of the angels under his employ as being disposable. He doesn't have to name them, or think about them in any individual fashion. But, he knows Vaggie, recognized her instantly. Thought she was badass. Lute's the one who saw her, tore her wings off, and walked away. I'm surprised they even let her live, because this just goes against everything they're doing. They're an army and they saw one of their own showing empathy to the enemy.

Look at this dumb ass. He's being a shit-head, a dick, a bastard. But, he admires Vaggie's ability to pull Charlie, congratulates her, this dude isn't even judging her for being a lesbian. I don't think it's because he objectifies women, this dude loves women, he just does. He respects fellow vagina lovers. I don't think he respects liars in the slightest though. He's being underhanded, he's trying to be manipulative (he's not very good at it). I think he's brutally open and honest about everything and that's probably one of the reasons he's such a bastard anyways, because sometimes you just need to shut-up and he's not good at that.

I don't think he respects Sera for that either, he's more than willing to let others know what the hell he's doing, but under Sera's lead, he can't be open about it. I don't think it's his jam to act this way, it's why he sucks so bad at it and I think that's why Lilith is so antithetical to him. I also think that's why he's possibly even being manipulated.

It's kind of crazy that Adam is the only one who tries to come up with what allows someone to get into heaven. So here's his list: 1. Act Selfless: Maybe at one point he was! He had to have been, to be one of the progenitors of mankind, he would have had to work, sacrifice, and give to his wife and children for them all to survive. Eve would have had to do the same, no doubt. He may not seem selfless, due to his raunchy behavior, but he's served heaven since he's been there. He's served humanity in some kind of facet. 2. Don't Steal: Considering the only other humans are his spawn, he likely had to try and get them to not steal from one another for them all to have an equal opportunity of survival. He and Eve likely both knew they would need to work together to survive.

3. Stick it to the man: This, however, is interesting. Who is 'The Man' he speaks of? God? The only other people over him or were equal to him were women. He speaks like a rocker, and I think in this case he's using the term 'The Man' in a gender neutral way. I think he allowed some amount of Authority to Lilith when they were supposed to be seen as equals, it comes so naturally to him as a character when it comes to the other women he's been interacting with. I think she is the 'man' that he's been sticking it to- Pun somewhat intended. ((This third one may also simply be a tongue in cheek reference to when Alex Brightman played Dewey in School of Rock on Broadway! Thank you to the user who brought this to my attention!))

Adam is a bit of a hypocrite, isn't he? He likes to fuck, he's made that abundantly clear. Full of lust you could say. It was his original purpose after all, and he is judging Angel Dust for something he probably would've done himself at one point or has considered doing (maybe not the having sex with men part). Angel Dust does all of these things, Adam doesn't even deny it. He even looks nervous. He's angry, but doesn't deny that Angel has done those things. He doesn't explain it away or try to lie or move the goal posts, he's just asking what is an actually very valid question.

Why isn't Angel Dust there if he can do things equal to what Adam himself hasn't done? Serenity continues that line of thought. It isn't until Charlie is realizing no one knows what it takes to get into heaven.

Adam is more than willing to let Lute take the lead here, he's willing to give her the stage to clap back, he's giving her back-up antics. By all means, they could be pushing and fighting one another, there could easily be body language expressing something other than their general comfort around one another. They aren't fighting for a spotlight like you'd expect Adam to try and do considering his egotistical attitude.

Adam fucking sucks at keeping his mouth shut and he sucks at lying. He nearly blew the secret out of the bag once, this time, Sera is the only one who tries to stop him and to be honest? Lute looks a bit too thrilled at it. He knows he fucked up, but he doesn't think it's a big deal that anyone would know. For fucks sake, they've already condemned souls, his progeny, to suffer. What's the big deal if he kills them?

I have to re-iterate what's happening here. Charlie is proud she caused this chaos, that she caused these angels to fight amongst themselves, even if in this case it's a good thing. But, this is like history repeating itself to Adam, the reflection of his ex-wife, entering his domain, causing strife among his people, being happy about it.

And the venom he expresses when it comes to the 'liar' portion, god Alex Brightman destroyed when he got to this portion specifically. There is some vehement disgust in his tone when he says liar.

Adam isn't a good person now. But, I think he used to be a good person. By all means, Adam himself could've been the first murderer when his wife made her mistake. He, at one point in time, had to have been good enough to foster civilization itself with Eve. Both good and bad. Adam's original purpose was to be fruitful and multiply. Ordained by god (or maybe just angels) himself, divine power directed and created him to fuck. He didn't chase his ex-wife down, he was given a new one, Lilith was allowed to leave. When he left things alone, when he tried to move on, his ex-wife and a scorned angel destroyed the paradise he was in with Eve. He had to struggle and toil, he had to feel shame in his own body. He had to find out his first born son was the first murderer. His second son killed. We don't know if this is going to be canon in the story, a lot has changed, and if Adam is the first soul who reached heaven, then what did happen to Abel? Was Abel considered a sinner? Or did Cain kill Abel after Adam had passed? Either way, he had to witness his children kill, he had to watch his descendants behave in a range from saints and monsters. He's seen genocides, he's seen famine, war. Adam is desensitized to the plights of his descendants. Maybe he even saw it as a duty to cleanse the universe of their existence at one point, because they were his responsibility.

At the end of this episode, he is properly scolded by Sera and does seem ashamed of himself. He isn't huffy, he is reminded that he should be ashamed of acting that way.

I love Lute's enthusiasm, she's absolutely brutal when talking about Vaggie and with how she handled Vaggie. I think it's funny that Lute is so brutal she's even made Adam uncomfortable. It's cute that he's made uncomfortable by the excitement and all he does is tell Lute, the premier hype woman over here, to chill. She's so proud of herself too, look at her.

He fully expects these exorcist bad bitches to go in there and fuck shit up. But, you know it's hilarious that he's throwing horns? This dude, this angel. First human soul in heaven, loving rock n' roll, the devil's music, and throwing motherfucking horns. It's poetic really. I think we can probably assume where things are going.

Now, this is the first point we've seen Adam being a real piece of shit to Lute. I don't think Adam likes it when people think he's too dumb to notice something, especially something so damn obvious. This is such a drastic moment of vitriolic, uncontrolled anger directed towards Lute. Adam knows he isn't the brightest tool in the shed. He likely knows he's obtuse and misses shit. It's why he sucks at lying, he knows he's not smart. That is why I think he's afforded women opportunities to direct him without fighting back against their advice and their choices. I'm sure Lilith made it obvious how dumb she thinks Adam is. I'm wondering if this might be where their ground breaking fight might've come from. Who's to say he didn't allow Lilith to take the lead, or listen to her like he's done with Lute here and now? Perhaps to an even greater point? He listened to Eve and ate from the fruit of knowledge and he was punished for it. Being seen as so dumb he can't formulate a simple fact is a sore spot for him.

Adam is incredibly powerful. It took a bit out of him to exercise that power, probably because he's out of practice just like Lucifer said. At one point, he probably wasn't so sloppy and weak willed. He's gotten lazy. Sloth like.

I think it got real personal here. How viscerally and personally he attacked Charlie. No one but Charlie truly thought sinners could be redeemed, or that they were even worth it. Not even one of the original sinners. Maybe he never considered the possibility, maybe what happened really did make him see the world as black and white to cope with that happened to him, his wife, his children. Charlie's desire to fight this idea would destroy the foundation for all of his coping through the years. He stopped seeing them as family, even though he's grandiose about his founding role in humanity. Does that itch the guilt that may lurk under the surface?

I don't think Adam thought much of Charlie at all. I don't think he had any intention of coming to kill her in the beginning, despite seeing her, despite who her parents were. But, I think with the constant push, with how eager she was to disrupt the pre-conceived idea of order, it reminded Adam and reflected her parents so much, he was eager to kill her for revenge against them. I think this electrical interference on the mask is a direct reflection of sin. Namely, wrath, in this moment.

Now, this. THIS. Is something that made me want to write this whole fucking essay. Is Lucifer implying that he not only gave Eve the Fruit from the tree of knowledge, but FUCKED HER TOO? Homies, I'm sorry but holy shit. That is some hydrating tea. I'd be pretty pissed too, fucked over twice by women who were supposed to be literal soul mates, who you were made for, who were made for you?

I knew he would have a goatee, I could almost hear it. I gotta say, I'm a sucker for how he looks. I think he's hot. He is a bastard, but so are a lot of the hot dudes in this show. It's just a theme.

This exact series of lines prompted so many of the thoughts that I had about Adam and why he thinks or acts the way he does. At one point, Adam did have to work himself to the bone and learn to survive from scratch alongside Eve. He isn't entirely without cause to not think that he deserves some respect or recognition from his descendants.

But, that doesn't give him the right to act like god himself. It's... well... Blasphemous. Isn't it? One of the worst sins is to think yourself to be worthy of worship, as if you're a god.

This is the moment that gave me empathy for them both. You could probably see the kind of loving person Adam could have been at one point with how he looks at Lute, even as he's laying there, dying. He's not crying like a bitch, just looking at Lute softly. Lute screaming for him, screaming his name. They cared for each other deeply.

And this... and this.... and this. WHAT DEAL DID YOU MAKE, LILITH? Did you make it with Sera? Did you make it with Adam? Did you make it with Lute? Did you really just want a little 'vacay' away from the hell you helped create? Left her husband, depressed and lonely. Left her daughter without any care or guidance. Maybe Alastor was sent in her place, perhaps? Seven years since he was seen after all, but why wouldn't he show up sooner if Lilith did care? Did she make a deal with Lute and Adam? Did she let Adam smash it so she could stay in heaven? Did Lute let her stay in exchange for getting Adam out of a position of power? Or was it maybe Sera who commissioned Lilith with a deal? Either way, I'm in full belief that it wasn't Adam's idea to move the extermination day up. I think he's a patsy, a scapegoat. I think Lute may have been manipulated, potentially, into manipulating Adam into this position. Was it even really Adam who came up with the idea to do the exterminations? Or was he the one who simply decided to fight originally because he was told heaven was at risk due to Lilith's rising power? The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions. I think it could be any number of these. Either way, Lute certainly does think she had authority over Lilith. Is it Lute just having hubris? Or is Lilith truly bound, just like Alastor, Husk, and Angel Dust?

Of course, now that we know a soul can be redeemed... and we certainly know that angels can fall. I don't think this will be the last we see of Adam.

[giannaln4]

GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Kinktober day sixteen.

Breeding Kink (3.2k words)

summary: Since the moment he met you, Lando knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children, and that feeling only intensified when he saw taking care of your nephew.

warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking, breeding kink.

To anyone else, and as people would expect, seeing your significant other with a child should warm your heart; it should give you a soft spot for the person you’ve vowed to spend the rest of your life with. 

Lando did feel like that when he saw you interact with any kid, like when you were walking in the paddock and a kid came up to him and you always made conversation so they wouldn’t feel so shy, or when a driver brought their kid to the race and you immediately leaned down to talk to them, sometimes even holding their tiny hands as they swore they had the coolest thing to show you.

That was the first few times, at least. But he will never forget how everything inside him shifted when you first met his niece. She instantly fell in love with you, and she needed to drag you everywhere. Who could blame her, really; that’s just the effect you have on people.

But god, the effect you had on him? That was another level, because the way he felt that weekend when you picked up a motherly role when you were with her made him feel something he had never felt before, something he never imagined, and quite honestly, he couldn’t explain it. That was until you were saying goodbye and the little girl nearly cried when her mother took her from your arms, and his hands instinctively landed on your tummy when he walked you back to the car.

The thought of you carrying his child and taking care of them the same way you did with his niece — now that is a fire he could never put out, not until it became a reality. He wanted- no, he needed to make you a mother; he desperately needed to put a baby in you in a way that was almost primal.

You and Lando have been together for years, and it was common knowledge that he wanted kids. Sure, you have talked about having a family one day after getting married, one day, but sometimes he just wishes you could skip all of that and make a baby once and for all. 

For months, he kept those thoughts to himself, not wanting to ruin what you had just because he couldn’t contain his desire buried for a little longer; that was until you babysat your 5-year-old nephew, Charlie.

He came back home sometime in the afternoon, eyes tired and body aching for the intensity of the past weeks. He wanted nothing more than to be with his girlfriend and forget about the world, but as soon as he stepped into your apartment, he heard the TV and loud chuckles coming from the living room.

His brows frowned in confusion as he dropped his bags next to the door and followed the noise, his heart nearly stopping when he spotted you playing with the little kid.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” He said with a huge smile.

“Oh hi, you’re home,” you sprinted towards him, hugging him tightly when he caught you in his arms. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he kissed your temple. “And how is this little guy doing?" Lando walked towards Charlie, kneeling next to him to be at the same level. 

“Good, we are playing with the puppies,” he exclaimed, his tiny finger pointed at the TV. 

“Yeah? Are they fun?” He just nodded and ran closer to the glowing screen, completely forgetting about Lando’s existence and jumping again as his tired eyes followed the dogs.

“Don’t worry, my sister will pick him up in a couple of hours.”

“It’s fine. He seems happy.”

“And very tired. I think it's time for a nap, what do you say?” You walked towards him, trying to pick him up, but he refused.

“No! I wanna play racing again.” 

“We can play some other time, I promise.” 

He looked up at you, the corners of his mouth turning down as his eyes quickly filled with tears. He shook his head and ran back to Lando, who was still on his knees, as he caged himself in his arms.

“I wanna play racing,” he repeated, this time to your boyfriend, sniffling and wiping his tears.

“Yeah? We can play for a little while.”

“Lando-” The way he just betrayed you, you would never forgive him.

“He’ll want to go to sleep soon, don’t worry.” You saw them walk to Lando’s streaming room, Charlie skipping as he held his hand.

You rolled your eyes and followed them, crossing your arms as you rested against the door frame. Lando tried to pick him up, intending to sit him in the sim, but he nearly lost his mind, as if Lando had no idea how playing racing worked.

“No! Auntie.” Lando freaked out and out and put him back down, looking at you as he begged for your help with a single look.

“I’m right here, sweetie.”

You stepped closer to them, sitting on the chair as you picked him up and put him on your lap. He was happy again, his little feet kicking in the air as he gripped the steering wheel.

“We’ll do one more, okay?”

“Yes!” He happily exclaimed.

Lando watched the both of you in awe as you started the game, showing Charlie all the cool cars he could choose from.

“I want the blue car again!” He said, pointing at the Red Bull. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lando joked. You giggled at this, but chose the Red Bull for the race.

It was a free practice session, so you weren’t actually racing other cars, but you still got to drive it super fast, which is exactly what he liked. 

As the session started, you placed your hands just below his. You were doing all the work, but the illusion was still there. 

It was a little harder to drive like this, but you still managed to put up a few good laps without messing up too much, but even when you did, he was enjoying it, giggling and pointing at the screens as he turned to Lando to ask him an excited “did you see that?” Any time something happened, and every time, Lando would just nod and match his enthusiasm.

The session ended, and just like you did earlier today, you congratulated your nephew for his amazing driving. He took the compliments proudly as if he just won a championship, but his head soon fell on your chest, yawning as he snuggled closer.

“Okay, time for a nap.”

He didn’t resist this time. Instead, he nodded as his eyes closed. Lando helped you get up as you held Charlie close to you, walking towards the guest room; that was the room he preferred, saying your room was too scary and probably haunted.

You carefully laid him down, taking his shoes off and covering his body with a blanket. How was he already in a deep sleep? You had no idea, but you envy him.

While he was asleep, you took the time to clean up the mess he made earlier, picking up all the toys he brought and putting Lando’s helmets back where they belonged. You loved your nephew, you really did, but man, it was really challenging to take care of a child. Not only were they messy and unpredictable, but they had so much energy you could barely keep up. You often wondered how your sister did it. 

Once you finished up, you dramatically collapsed on the couch. “I need to sleep for like a week,” you joked, your boyfriend laughing at your antics.

He made his way to the couch, sitting next to you as he pulled you in a warm embrace, hands caressing your sides as he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “Me too, and I was only here for like half an hour.”

“Imagine! I’ve been with him since this morning. I’m never babysitting again.”

“No? But you love Charlie.” He looked at you expectantly, trying to decipher if you were being serious.

“I do, but it’s too much sometimes. I honestly don’t know what we’ll do when we have our kids.”

Our kids. Two simple words that opened up a can that you would never be able to close. He stayed silent, mentally cursing the tent forming in his pants for betraying him in such an innocent moment.

You didn’t think anything of it, nor did you realise what those two words did to him, so you just reached for the remote control and browsed the channels. You ended up picking a cooking show, paying attention as if you would ever cook anything like that.

The entire time, Lando was paying attention to you — all of you. He admired your face, your hands, your hips… your tummy. He couldn’t stop himself from placing both his hands on your stomach, imagining what you would look like carrying a child. His child. He was well aware he was getting ahead of himself, but after witnessing today’s events? God, he needed to do something about it.

Another hour went by, and you were already catching up to your boyfriend’s intentions. To you, everything seemed normal at first, but the lower his hands got and the way his thumb was rubbing soft circles on your stomach, it clicked. You knew how Lando felt about having a family with you, but it never crossed your mind that seeing you with kids affected him so much. Though it all made more sense now, any time you were near a kid, even if you didn’t interact with them at all, his hands would be all over you, and when he got you alone? That’s another story, but you never connected the dots until now. 

Suddenly, a phone call made both of you jump. It was your sister calling you to let you know she was in the building, ready to pick Charlie up. You gathered all his things as Lando greeted your sister, walking her in and guiding her to the guest room.

“Aw, he looks so peaceful.”

“Well, you should’ve seen him two hours ago,” you joked.

“I know,” she laughed with you. “Thank you for taking care of him on such short notice, you saved my life today.”

“It’s okay, I love spending time with Charlie, and I’m happy to do it any other time.” 

“Thanks, Y/N. He honestly loves you, you have no idea how happy he got when I told him we were coming here.” Your sister was about to carry Charlie in his arms, but Lando offered to bring him down to the car. 

Okay, now you got it. You had to admit that seeing Lando carry a little kid did things to you, and since your realisation a few minutes ago, you couldn’t stop thinking about a family; how did you suddenly get your own case of baby fever? Sure, you were still young, and that probably wouldn’t happen for at least a few years, but fantasising couldn’t hurt anyone. 

You walked back to the apartment holding Lando’s hand, his grip so tight you thought he could break your hand if he squeezed a little harder. As soon as the door closed behind you, he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around, his lips crashing into yours in an intense kiss.

Kissing him back, your arms wrapped around his neck as one hand played with his hair.

“You looked so pretty today, taking such good care of the baby,” he mumbled against your lips, biting it sofly. You couldn’t contain the moan that left your mouth, only encouraging him further. 

He carried you to your bedroom, immediately throwing you in the bed and hovering over you. He pressed himself further into you, making you very aware of his hardening cock as he nudged his bulge into your lower stomach. You moaned again, your legs going around his torso to pull him down.

“I wanna put a baby in you. God, you would look so perfect.” He didn’t know what to do with you. He wanted to kiss you, bite you; he wanted to touch you everywhere, his own mind making him feel overwhelmed. 

After quickly taking off your shirt, he started kissing you everywhere, a trail of wet kisses making their way down your body. His touch was electric, making you nearly squirm beneath him as your fingers kept a tight grip on his hair, and his words only made the feeling intensify. 

“Lando,” you moaned, he hummed in response, “do it,” you simply said. God, the way everything inside him shifted is something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life. He looked up at you, eyes filled with a hunger and desperation you had never seen before. 

“Yeah? You want me to put a baby here?” He asked you, his big hand falling on your lower stomach as he kissed it. 

“Mhm, yes.” Your heartbeat was as strong as ever, and you were already having a hard time focusing. You needed him to do something and you needed it now. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as his hips involuntarily thrusted into the mattress. His lips kept exploring the lower part of your body as his hands worked on getting rid of your joggers, hands falling on your thighs immediately after to move them to rest on his shoulders. 

“Please, I need you so bad,” you begged, and he assumed you were asking him to pay attention to your poor pussy, which you were, but his mouth is not what you needed right now, so you stopped him after one firm lick. “Inside me.”

“As you wish, my love.” 

He got off the bed to quickly discard his clothes as you did the same with your bra, falling back on the bed as you eagerly waited for him. You felt like his gaze was piercing you as he lowered his body, pressing himself against you.

You moaned in anticipation, your arms wrapped around his neck as you felt your pussy starting to drip with desire. He moved his fingers along your sides and all the way down to your hole, collecting your wetness and spreading everywhere, finally getting to your clit as he rubbed soft circles for a moment.

He moved his mouth to your chest, taking one of your nipples into your mouth as he whimpered, and his mind instantly went to how sensitive and full they would be once you were pregnant, and he couldn’t wait any longer. “You look so fucking sexy tonight, sweetheart... I wanna fuck you so bad.” He was practically drooling as his fingers left your pussy and grabbed his cock, pumping it a couple of times before guiding it to your entrance.

You couldn’t help your gaze dropping to his member, already swollen at the tip and bubbling with precum. It seemed impossible, but you were sure you had never needed him this bad.

He pushed into you, making both of you moan loudly as his eyes met yours for a moment before pressing a kiss on your lips, whispering a little “I love you.”

He didn’t give you that long to adjust. His hands went under your ass, moving you up and down his cock. As if your sex life wasn’t already rough, the intention he had in mind just made him go crazier, because the way he was thrusting into you was bound to leave you sore for days. 

The room was filled with whimpers and slick noises the whole time, moans of each other’s names joining from time to time. “Gonna fill you up so good,” he breathed, his hands squeezing your ass, “fuck, can’t wait to see your tummy grow.” All you could do was moan, the words leaving his mouth putting you under a spell that you could never escape. “Do you want that, love?”

“Uh- huh,” you managed to spit out, fingers drigging into his strong biceps.

“Wanna hear you say it.”

“Fuck- ah. I want you to put a baby in me.” You replied, eyes focusing on what your words did to him.

His hips began to speed up, thrashing your head against the pillows as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep inside you. He was so deep you could practically feel him in the pit of your stomach.

“Harder,” you whimpered, and he immediately started to drill into you, the air nearly getting knocked out of your lungs as his grip tightened. 

“You feel so good around me, so so good for me,” he pants, looking down to where you were connected. “Fuck.”

“Ah- Lando.” It felt so good. So good that you are too far out of reality to form any thoughts; you could only think about him and how good he looked above you, with his mouth hung open in pure pleasure as he panted.

One of his hands made its way to your tummy, pressing down where he could feel himself. It was so simple yet so effective; he could feel his cock moving deep inside you. He gragged it further, his fingers catching your clit.

“Fuck,” you let out a broken moan, “just like that.”

He smirked at this; it was like you were begging him to get you pregnant as you began to tighten around him. He knew you were close; he could not only feel it but see it, the way your eyes were squeezed shut as your legs started to quiver.

“You wanna cum? You wanna cum while I fill you up?”

“Fuck,” you screamed as your head frantically nodded. 

“Cum with me, I’m gonna put a baby in there.”

With that, your orgasm began to take over, squeezing around him tighter, triggering his own release. He slowed his movements down and both his hands took a hold of your waist, keeping you in place so you wouldn’t waste a single drop.

Both your moans were even louder as he did his best to continue pushing into you through his orgasm, wanting to pump as much of his seed into you as he possibly could. When he physically couldn’t keep going, he stopped, keeping his cock deep inside you as he tried to catch his breath. 

He looked down at you, a smile adorning his face as he looked down at the mess he made. Slowly, he pulled out, his fingers quickly replacing his cock as he pushed his cum back into you, making you squirm and whimper at how sensitive you were. 

“Gonna have to squeeze for me, love, you gotta keep it inside.” The sight almost made him want to fuck you again; he couldn’t believe how pretty you looked filled up to the brim with his cum.

His eyes locked with yours, fingers going inside his mouth as he licked them clean. He had lost his mind; you were sure of that, but fuck, you couldn’t deny how hot that was.

With a satisfied smirk, he fell next to you, pulling you into his arms as he kissed you once more. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you too.”

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cars go vroom | f1

grid mom series

Albert Park

“Where’s my girl?”

Y/n didn’t have to pick up her head to know who had arrived in the Porsche hospitality. She was currently giving her daughter, Anais, her bottle. Charlie was seated beside her cleaning up the mess he made with the formula powder.

“Hey mate, how’s fatherhood?” Lando greeted Charlie as he sat across the family of three.

“Aside from the obvious waking up in the middle of the night m, vomit down my back, and Ani being attached to her ma, can’t complain.” Charlie smiled at his little family.

“I would ask you how’s motherhood, but you were a mother before this one came into the world.” Lando stood up and immediately went to look at the babygirl in Y/n’s arms. “Oh look at that, she’s got your face!”

“It’s almost like i birthed her,” Y/n joked then adjusted Anais in her arms after the girl had finished her bottle. This was the first time Lando was meeting Anais. He wanted the couple to have some privacy while hey adjusted to their new life. “Look, baby, this gremlin is Lando.”

Anais cracked a little smile as she raised her arm to play with lando’s necklace. “Don’t worry, Ani, I’ll buy you a matching one soon.” Lando tickled her side.

“Has she met everyone else?” The Mclaren driver asked.

“No, we just got here.”

“We’ll get up woman! Anais has to meet her extended family!”

And that’s how Lando Norris ended up with a baby strapped to his chest.

Charlie and Y/n tagged along since it had been months since she saw her friends and also she wanted to meet the rookies. Obviously she had met them before, but this time, they were officially formula one drivers.

“Look, Ani! That’s my teammate Osc!” Lando pointed at the Australian who had just finished taking a photo with a fan. “Guess who found a baby?” Lando showed off Anais.

“Should you even be trusted with a baby?” Oscar approached them. “Hey, congratulations! How are you feeling?” He brought the Porsche driver into a hug.

“I’m okay, some days it’s good other days I just want to sleep the entire day but now I have a daughter.” Y/n looked over at Lando and saw him putting his sunglasses on her face.

“Any chance we’ll see you on track any time soon?”

Charlie knew Y/n wanted to be back on track as soon as she could. He wasn’t filming at the moment so he was more than happy with staying home with Anais, he told her multiple times. But the season had already started and Juan Manuel was in her seat. It didn’t feel right to her if Porsche threw him out and put her back in.

“Um, we’ll see. I’m not done racing, I still have some time left. Uh . . . I haven’t talked to anyone yet about coming back. Juan is doing a good job.” Y/n had noticed the Drive To Survive team was recording nearby. She absolutely didn’t want her daughter near them so she said her goodbye to Oscar and continued walking to visit her friends.

Lando led them to the Williams garage where Carlos and Rebecca were talking. The couple didn’t notice Lando with a baby until he said Carlos’ name in a baby voice.

“Who’s baby did you steal?” Carlos asked.

“Mine.” Y/n made her presence known which caught the couple by surprise.

“You’re back! Holy shit! Oh! Sorry!” Carlos covered his mouth when the profanity slipped from his lips.

“It’s fine, but look at you! Blue looks good on you.” Y/n gave him a hug then it was Rebecca’s turn to receive one.

“Thanks, I think Anais likes blue too.” Carlos noticed the baby taking a liking to the color as she reached for his jacket.

“Oh no, she’s papaya for life,” Lando commented but then got a playful glare from Y/n. “Okay she’s Porsche for life with an occasional mclaren cameo.”

After saying goodbye to the couple, they were on their way to the Red Bull garage. Ever since the news, Y/n had been dying to congratulate Max face to face. She knew Max would be an amazing father.

“Max!” Y/n yelled over the loud noise in the garage. The Dutchman looked at her and ran over to hug her. “I’m so fucking happy for you. Do you know the gender yet?”

“No, but we’re fine with whatever. The baby’s health is more important,” Max instantly smiled at the thought of his child. “Speaking of, is this your beautiful Anais?” He turned over to Lando and the baby.

“My one and only. And Lando is there too I guess.” Y/n laughed.

“Just for that, Ani is staying in the mclaren with my mum.” Lando pretended to leave but Anais had seen Max’s car and cracked a smile at it. “Yeah, that’s Max’s car. His and mine go vroom vroom. One day we’ll put you in there and you can drive it.”

“Don’t even think about it.” The girl’s mother warned.

“Boo! No fun!” Lando teased and he took Anais’ little hands and tried to make a thumbs down gesture, but the girl only giggled.

“Such a good big brother.” Y/n shook her head as she and Charlie said their goodbye to Max and walked to the next garage to greet her friends. Lando slowly walked behind them but would get distracted as he pointed out the track to the girl, whispering how he was going to win the race for her.

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a certain malfoy - bill weasley x malfoy!reader

summary: charlie can't wait to tell his mother about bill's encounter with you, and she reflects on you and bill's relationship when you were still students at hogwarts. wc: 1.6k+ pt.2 to "malfoy" "weasley"

Molly Weasley had been so busy worrying about her children and their friends after the Quidditch World Cup, that no one had even mentioned Bill’s romantic detour to their mother. Charlie Weasley, his older brother’s biggest pain in the ass, only mentioned it at breakfast one morning while Bill Weasley was still upstairs, barely awake.

With a mouth full of pancake, Charlie’s head snapped up, and he started chewing quicker so he could finally tell his mother “Mum, you won’t ever guess what happened to Bill at the cup!” Ginny almost laughed as a look of terror overtook the Weasley mother’s face, but Charlie shook his head as she asked “Is there an injury I’m not aware of?”

“No, no! Well, unless you consider hickeys injuries.” Ginny glanced to the side, lips quirking upwards as the twins cackled at Charlie’s comment. Molly flicked a kitchen towel towards her son as a threat, mumbling “Be nice. Wait! What did you say!?” Charlie wiped the corners of his mouth, enthralled in the attention the entire table was paying him.

“Bill had a little encounter with a certain Malfoy.” Ginny furrowed her eyebrows at her mother's gasp. It was award-winning. But Ginny didn't know what was so special about this certain Malfoy. Clearly, you'd slept with her oldest brother at the Quidditch world cup, but the history between you was a mystery to her. “They got together again!?” She whisper yelled, leaning in closer to Charlie. Ginny choked on her pancake. Again? Charlie nodded. “They were leaving the tent when we were going in. You should’ve seen the sight of them. It was like the old days.”

Ginny waited for her mother to reveal this new information, but it never came. Molly shook her head, a small smile on her lips as she remembered the days when you and Bill were unofficially dating, so much love and lust shared between you. Bill would come back home from ‘hang-outs’ with you, hickeys poorly concealed under his creased shirt, hair looking as though he had walked through a tornado. His lips would always be a darker shade of pink from the lipstick you wore that had stained his lips.

Charlie would tease Bill endlessly in front of their parents, who tried making up as many lies and excuses as he could to hide the fact that he had been having sex with someone. He never succeeded in convincing anyone. But neither Ginny or Ron knew this about their brother, shooting each other a confused look from across the table.

“Wait, so were they dating?” Asked Ron, words muffled as he chewed on a muffin. Ginny was grateful he asked before she would have to. “Oh yeah,” Started George, taking a sip of his juice. “For years.”

“Years!?” Ginny spat, feeling her eyes going wide with shock, bulging out of her face.

“Oh George, don’t spread rumours. No, sweetheart, they were never officially dating. But the signs were there. She came around often, and, well, a mother knows the signs.” Ginny's attention was caught by Harry's chuckle from where he sat next to Ron, shooting Hermione a pointed look. She turned red under his gaze. For some reason, Ginny turned red too. Her mother definitely knew about her crush on him, then.

Everyone’s heads snapped towards the stairs, where Bill’s loud footsteps were approaching. He was fixing the collar of his shirt to poke out of the top of his v-neck jumper he wore. “Does this look fine?” He panted, doing a spin in the dark jeans he wore, keeping his eyes trained on his family as he pulled his long coat over his outfit. Ginny grinned widely, putting her fork down and crossing her arms over her chest. Finally, she wouldn't be the one bugged by her brothers on relationship details.

“Where are you going dressed like that Billy boy?” Asked Charlie teasingly, leaning back in his chair. “Doesn’t matter.” He mumbled, and Ginny watched as he rushed to press a kiss on his mother’s cheek, then towards her. Ginny smiled proudly. “Have something to eat before you go, Bill.” Molly advised, a twinkle in her eye. She opted against adding ‘you’ll need the energy’.

She decided on acting clueless.

“I have breakfast plans.” He spoke, making it a point not to look at Charlie or the twins. Ginny scoffed, rolling her eyes, and she saw Bill's ears turn red when his eyes reached her. He looked away, meeting the knowing glances from his youngest brother and his friends. “And with whom might these plans be?” Pressed Ginny, finally speaking up. Bill groaned, looking at her in betrayal, turning around to face his mum again, but the question was answered for him.

The doorbell rang.

Bill’s eyes widened, and he rushed to the door, racing the three brothers who instantly hopped out of their chairs. Ginny's gaze followed the action, and she laughed quietly. Bill cursed Charlie for getting there first, swinging the door open. You stood with a bouquet of pink tulips in your hands, looking as classy as ever, and coincidentally, perfectly matching with Bill’s outfit. Ginny swallowed thickly. You were absolutely gorgeous. More so than on the night of the world cup. Perhaps it was because you weren't prancing around with your blood purist parents.

Charlie said your name slowly, leaning on the doorway. “Move out the way, Charlie!” Bill grumbled, pushing his younger brother aside. “You didn’t have to come.” He whispered, looking you up and down. God, you were beautiful.

“I know, but I wanted to give these to your mother.”

“My mo-no, it’s fine, we can-”

“Don’t be rude!” You scolded as you pushed past him and his three brothers. Ginny giggled, and her cheeks flushed as your eyes flitted over to hers briefly, a kind smile on your face.

“Have you even seen her since I’ve left?” You spun on your heels to look at the oldest Weasley, giving him your sassiest expression, eyebrows raised, an unimpressed gleam in your eyes. Your lips twitched up into a smirk.

“I had a conversation with her in a bookstore once, William. And it was lovely.”

You smiled a perfect grin when you turned back around, walking into the house and beelining straight to Mrs. Weasley, who was already making her way across the dining room to give you a big hug. “Oh, dear! It’s lovely to see you again!”

“You too, Molly. I remember you saying you liked tulips when we went to the farmer’s market together.” Ginny furrowed her eyebrows, picking up her fork again. She thought you hadn't seen Bill in years. But she had seen Bill’s eyes widen, so she assumed it was the case. You remembered that detail from when you went to the farmer’s market together in seventh year, Bill thought?

Ginny shot Ron an incredulous stare, and he returned it with a shrug of his shoulders, looking just as taken aback as her. Their mother never asked anyone to call her Molly, so the fact that you did was insane. How did you get her to like you so much?

“Have something to eat, dear.” Molly urged, gesturing to the table. “I’d love to, but Bill and I are having breakfast together.” Molly hummed, leaning on the wall. As you spun around, walking back towards Bill, the woman called your name. Your head snapped towards her, and you looked at her expectantly. Ginny's eyes travelled between the two women in the room, waiting for something to happen. “When Bill comes back home, I better not hear any of the ‘we’re just friends’ excuses, okay?”

And for the first time since they’d laid their eyes on you, Ginny Ron, Harry and Hermione all witnessed the embarrassed look on your face, mouth agape in shock at Mrs. Weasley’s words, blinking rapidly. Ron laughed and Ginny joined in, watching as Bill shot his mum a look, guiding you out the door by your shoulders. Ginny slumped down when the door had shut behind you, wanting to see more. On the other side of the wooden door, you cleared your throat uncomfortably. “I think that’s what we get for trying to be secretive before, huh?” Bill chuckled at your words, offering his hand for you to hold. You snaked your fingers into his, staring at where your skin touched.

“Yeah, maybe we can try again the proper way.”

“What, by having sex after seeing each other for the first time in, what, seven years?”

“No, by not trying to hide our relationship.”

“Let’s go on this ‘not-date’ before deciding if there is a relationship to begin with.”

“I’m moving back to England!” Bill’s words took you aback, and you froze on the Weasleys’ doorstep. The reason you two had broken up to begin with was because you knew long-distance would never work with you.

“You know, after this date, we can decide if we want to go on another one. And try again.” You swallowed thickly, pulling Bill closer to you by his jumper. Bill leaned down closer, connecting his lips to yours. You sighed in satisfaction, not letting him deepen the kiss before you pulled away.

“Well, my father will still never approve of you.”

Bill grinned. “What would our relationship even be if he did?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing in amusement. “Whatever, Weasley. Take me to breakfast, you’ll need the energy to keep up with me when we go shopping.” Bill’s eyes widened and his jaw went slack. He had a brief flashback to a Hogsmeade trip in your last year at Hogwarts, when he had insisted for you to go with him instead of your friends. He promised he wouldn’t complain and would go into every store you wanted.

His feet were wrecked by the end of the trip.

“Shopping?” He echoed in horror.

You shrugged your shoulders. “And if you’re good, I might just take you back to mine. You’ll need energy for that too.”

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Pucking Rookie Extra II

Read Pucking Rookie here | ~4.6k words

From me: I probs should have made this two parts but I felt like Harry was suffering at the end of where I wanted to cut it off and I think you'll see that he's suffered enough.

Warnings: angsty and fluffy

Summary: Before the season begins, Charlie tells the team his niece is off limits. After they're together, Harry wants to cry because he loves her so much and is all but dying to say it.

*Preseason*

“Look who decided to grace us with his presence!” Charlie could hear Asher’s voice coming from the next room. He shook his head with an eye roll. His players were loud, cheeky, and very forthcoming with their sexual partners toward each other. Charlie ignored most of it...

“Sorry y’can’t find a woman put up with your sorry ass,” Harry called back.

Charlie loved his team. They were like a giant extended family—a set of twenty-something sons. But the boys were in their twenties, just like his niece. And today he took notice of how they talked about women.

To be fair, they never spoke poorly of women. Honestly, there was no question in Charlie’s mind that they adored women.

Especially his star forward, Harry Styles.

But maybe he had ignored it because he hadn’t really had a conversation with his niece in a long while. Maybe he hadn’t thought about his daughter growing up and being the same age as some future hockey star that would make his skin crawl to know she liked. Or maybe, it just wasn’t his concern because since he had been assistant coach, the team and his extended family were mostly separated and the connection didn’t click for him.

But that was before. He had just gotten off the phone with his brother. He had called and asked if he could give his sweet niece a call. It sounded a little ominous and Charlie was ready to battle like the hot-tempered hockey boys in the locker room just outside his office. In fact, at first, he considered asking the boys for help. They would blindly love getting into it with a stranger. Especially on his behalf. There was no question that the team respected Charlie. “Of course I can, is everything alright?”

“She’s not giving me much to work with,” he explained. “Give me a call back if you figure it out.”

Charlie responded to his brother, but he listened in to the conversation happening behind him.

“Maybe if you didn’t sleep with the entire city there would be a woman to put up with him,” Callie answered Harry’s rebuttal on Asher’s behalf.

“S’not the entire city,” Charlie could practically hear Harry’s eye roll.

“Anything more than five may as well be,” Asher grumbled.

Charlie looked at the family portrait on his desk. Himself, his wife, and their two kids: daughter and son. Captured by the lovely niece he was just thinking about. The quality of her photography was unmatched. She called herself an amateur when she sent the pictures over, but they were lovely. There were a couple photos blown up and framed in his house and he couldn’t thank her enough for capturing the love in his family.

It made him more nervous about her call.

“Hi Sweetheart,” he smiled into the receiver.

“Hi Uncle Charlie,” she sighed. Her voice cracked a bit. “Thank you for calling me. I’m sorry to interrupt and I hope I’m not bothering you and your busy schedule.”

He frowned immediately. He remembered the little girl the day she was born and how she didn’t cry the way some newborns did around strangers. She looked around in fascination even if her eyes weren’t developed yet and couldn’t see more than a centimeter in front of her. It was like she was already looking for that perfect angle when she was just hours old. Hoping to find the right moment to capture in her little mind just like the camera she would hold in several years’ time. He adored his older brother and by proxy this little girl was wrapped around his finger. Even after all this time, his niece was one of his favorite people. He loved seeing her, loved hanging out with her, and loved talking hockey with her.

If she didn’t cry coming into this crazy world, Charlie didn’t think she ever would. So, hearing the sadness in her voice made him miserable. Ready to tell the boys to get in their cars and head to wherever she was and make sure whomever made her cry never did it again. “Sweetheart, you’re no bother. Ever. What’s the matter? You sound upset.”

She took a shaky breath and sniffled. “I-I’m sorry.... I-I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. “Kael,” she swallowed, her voice breaking on a cry. “I’m sorry,” she took a deep breath trying to steel herself. “Kael and I are over. I’m moving out your way. I’m going to waitress at The Locker Room. Have you heard of it?”

Good riddance, Charlie thought. Kael Crowe was the worst kind of guy for her. Granted he probably would have thought about that for the best guy there was for her. But Kael didn’t appreciate her the way she deserved, that was obvious. But they had been together for years. For them to be over something bad must have happened.

Of course he had heard of The Locker Room. It was the team’s favorite hangout. “Yeah, Sweetheart. It’s a good place. Louis is a good guy.”

“I figured because I dropped your name,” she swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

He chuckled without humor. “That’s what it’s for, Sweetheart. Tell me what happened.”

“I can’t... not right now. But it’s bad,” she took another shaky breath. “But waitressing isn’t going to be enough,” she sniffled. “Do you have any media leads? I’ll do anything. I’ll run the Instagram account. I’ll take pictures of the old jerseys you want to auction off. I just...”

“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll call over right now. You can have whatever you want.”

She took a deep breath and paused. “Thank you, Uncle Charlie. So much. I promise I’ll do whatever you need too. Photos, babysitting, anything.”

“You don’t have to do anything Sweetheart. Promise the guys are going to give you a run for your money.”

“That’s okay,” she laughed dryly. “I’m done with hockey players.”

“You’re jus’ jealous that I can get laid every night and you can’t,” Harry had a shrug in his voice overshadowing the conversation he was having with the girl who would always be a baby in his eyes.

Good. He thought to himself. “Sweetheart,” he said tentatively.

“How your dick hasn’t fallen off I’ll never know.”

“S’jus’ like hockey, practice make perfect,” Harry answered casually making his teammates laugh.

“Yeah?” She asked quietly.

“You know that Kael’s number one rival is on the team,” he reminded her.

“So he is,” she mumbled. “Guess working for you will be two-fold.”

He smiled. “Harry...” he said quietly just in case the boys walked by his office. “He’s a bit... over the top sometimes.”

“I just told you I’m done with hockey players. Especially ones that know they’re the best in the league and are on track to break franchise records in scoring, assists, and fights.”

“You keeping tabs on my players?” He chuckled and was looking forward to adding a picture to his desk of his niece. Couldn’t wait to spend more time with her. He felt awful she was sad, but he was excited to get some quality bonding time.

“I can get laid every night,” Callie countered. “I am also just looking for the one I want to fuck every night.”

“Is that why you hooked up with that hot girl from Seattle? So you could fuck her every night?” Lang chuckled.

“I would love to fuck her every night,” he groaned.

“Me too,” Asher agreed.

“Not with this job,” Harry snorted. Charlie was suddenly and acutely, more aware of the sexuality of his players. Hearing that his beautiful, sweet, kind, and intelligent niece was practically on her way to the clubhouse... he had to give a warning.

He had already warned her of Harry... because it was no secret he enjoyed spending time with women. But the thought of any of his players with his niece made his blood boil. Especially knowing that Kael hurt her in some way that was making her uproot her life.

However, he couldn’t help but notice the tinge of sadness in Harry’s voice. It was overpowered by the idea of murdering his best player if he hurt the sweet girl about to take photos of them all, but he still heard it.

“The boys will love you,” Charlie warned.

“Plenty of people have wives and girlfriends in the league,” Niall reminded his best friend.

“Good for them. M’happy with m’situation,” he affirmed with the same shrug in his voice. “No strings, no heartache, and a whole lot of fun,” he chuckled.

“I’m sure I’ll love them. They probably hate Kael as much as I do,” she sniffled.

He frowned. “Do you need help, Sweetheart? Moving or anything?”

“No... I’m leaving a lot behind. I just have to get out of here.”

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart.”

“It’s okay,” her voice broke again. “It’s for the best.”

“Call me if you need anything. Are you flying?”

“Yes.”

“Have a safe flight, Sweetheart.”

“Thanks Uncle Charlie. Thank Uncle Ray for me as well.”

Charlie pushed back from his desk and headed to the locker room, his hands in his pockets as he watched the players in their various states of dress and undress. He leaned against the wall casually. “Team meeting,” he called.

They all glanced at their head coach’s office. They all knew Ray was tending to business elsewhere, so they were confused about their meeting. They watched with rapt attention, Lang quieted the younger guys with his captain authority and waited for the announcement.

“My niece is coming to be part of the media staff,” he stated.

“Finally,” Callie cheered. “It’s about time we got some pretty motivation around here.”

“Which is exactly why I’m having this conversation, Calloway,” he narrowed his eyes at him. “She is completely off-limits. She’s done with hockey players.”

“She’s got a thing for hockey players?!” Asher perked up excitedly.

“I just said she’s done with you lot.”

“Hit too many times into the boards, Coach,” Callie smiled. “Can’t understand you sometimes.”

“If I find out that any of you, so much as breathe on her when she doesn’t want it, I’ll kill you. Then bench you,” he threatened. “Even Niall,” he added.

The team looked at one another in surprise. Niall was the golden boy. He was their goalie. The sweetest by far on the team.

Coach meant business.

“Didn’t know you had a niece coach,” Lang mumbled. “Everything okay?”

“No,” he said. “We also hate Kael Crowe more.”

“Oh, y’should have led with that, Coach,” Harry rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Can’t wait t’wreck him for two reasons now.”

“Holy shit, this is your niece, Charlie? Thank God your genetics are weak,” Callie grinned holding his phone in front of him.

“Let me see!” Asher crowded nearby and then the rest of the team was itching and moving to huddle around Callie’s phone to get a look at his niece. Charlie snagged his phone from his hand and dropped it in the trash can without so much as a second glance.

“Hey!”

“Off-limits. All of you,” his eyes paused on Harry for an extra second. “Styles, my office.”

“Ooh...” the sound echoed while Callie stuck his head halfway into the trash bin filled with medical tape and discarded Gatorade bottles to retrieve his phone.

Harry sighed, rolled his eyes, and followed Coach. Once inside, he closed the office door. Harry sat in the seat across from his desk. “You can’t fight Kael, not for my niece.”

“T’be fair coach, I was going t’fight him anyway,” he shrugged. “Y’jus’ gave me another reason t’win.”

“You are not to fuck with my family,” he stated next. “Do you understand?”

“Why are you singling me out?” he frowned.

He was right to, but he didn’t really want his coach knowing of that. He looked up to Charlie and he wanted to earn his respect. “Because I know you’re popular with the ladies... and my niece is too sweet and doesn’t deserve her heart to be broken by the two top forwards in the league.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Crowe isn’t even that good.”

Charlie snorted. “Not the point.”

“What is the point?”

“If you hurt my niece, I’ll kill you. Which is bad for the team. I love this team, Harry.”

“M’not gonna hurt her,” he rolled his eyes. “M’very respectful towards women,” he reminded him.

“From the sound of what I hear, you really respect women.”

Harry felt the slightest bit of shame creep up from his chest, up his throat, and a burning sensation filled his cheeks. “I do,” his voice was quiet. Because he meant it. He may have slept with a lot of women, but he respected them first and foremost.

“My niece is off limits.”

“Isn’t she old enough t’make her own decisions?” He asked. See? Respectful. She deserved to decide herself if Harry was worth her time. Harry didn’t even want a girlfriend. He was happy with his life. It made sense. There wasn’t time for a girlfriend. Wasn’t time for love that made his heart stutter. Retirement. That was when he would find a girl and get the family he always dreamed of having. Right now, was for hockey and sex.

“She’s vulnerable, Harry. She’s going through a hard time right now and she doesn’t need you to be... you while she figures things out.”

Harry frowned and glanced away. It felt like he was in trouble at the principal’s office. “M’not going t’do anything,” he mumbled.

“She’s the best, Harry. Literally the best. You cannot hurt her.”

“Jesus Coach, I won’t. Fuck. Y’gonna give Callie this talk?”

“Callie doesn’t have a list of women in every city. Callie doesn’t come telling the locker room his conquests from the previous night.”

Harry could feel his blood boiling. But he was right. “You’re a tremendous young man, Harry,” Coach said gently, and Harry swallowed down the emotion in his throat, he was angry, frustrated, and hurt. It was all his own doing and for what? So, he wouldn’t hit on Coach’s niece? Whatever, he couldn’t date a woman anyway. Not with his schedule. He wasn’t going to fall in love. He didn’t deserve it.

Coach was right. It was bitter and awful to feel. But he was. Harry wasn’t the love and relationship guy. Not right now.

“I just don’t want my niece to get her heart broken again.”

Harry nodded silently. “We’re done here?” He asked.

“Done,” he responded.

Harry practically jumped out of the chair so quickly it tipped a bit before righting itself. He slammed the office door open so hard he was surprised the glass didn’t shatter. Fuming, he headed toward the rink. He punched the wall hard and then growled out a moan as he clutched his hand to his chest and turned toward the trainer’s office hoping he only sprained his finger and not broke the knuckle for the beginning of the season.

*Present*

Harry came home from a grueling day at practice. His body was aching, and he missed the pretty photographer that seemed as much of a fixture of the rink as net or bench. But she wasn’t truly needed for the day, and she was working at The Locker Room that night,so she wanted to get some things done around the house.

Not that Harry didn’t insist that he could hire someone to clean now that it was worth cleaning. When it was just him, he didn’t care much. But now his princess lived with him, and he didn’t want her living in filth.

“Hi, Harry!” She called.

Harry smiled instantly, all the achiness and exhaustion melted off him. Her voice carried from the living room. Michael and Marc were on the sofa playing a video game while she snuggled on the chair with her book. Harry leaned over the back of her chair and kissed the top of her head. “Hi Rookie,” he grinned and gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“Where’s my kiss?” Marc asked.

“Shut up,” Michael rolled his eyes. “You sound desperate, and you have a boyfriend.”

“We both have a mutual understanding about Harry.”

She shook her head, ignoring her friends while she flipped to the next page. “There’s food on the stove; it just finished a little bit ago.”

“It’s delicious,” Marc added. “I didn’t think chickpeas could taste that good but put it with sweet potatoes and veggies and apparently I’m in.”

Harry chuckled to himself and went to the kitchen to make himself a plate.

“We’ll get out of your hair,” Michael said.

“Speak for yourself!” Marc frowned. “I don’t have my study dates anymore.”

Harry brought his plate back to the living room and stood in front of her. She finished her page and looked up with a grin. “Can I help you?”

“Get up,” Harry murmured. She tilted her head at him.

“Why?”

“Jus’ get up,” he sighed. “M’tired, Bunny. Please don’t argue,” he mumbled and yawned as if to prove his point.

She giggled but stood up. Instantly, Harry sat down and with his free hand pulled her down to his lap. She shifted slightly so he could eat comfortably, and she could read without putting too much pressure on his leg or groin. “There’s a whole couch over here you know,” Marc patted the seat beside him with a megawatt grin. He also squished Michael into the other end of the couch at the same time.

“You’re pathetic,” Michael saved his progress and stood. “Thanks for letting us come over, babe,” he squeezed her shoulder as he passed her and headed for the front door. “Marc, let’s get out of their hair.”

He sighed dramatically. “Bye babe,” he mumbled. “Bye Harry,” his voice was flirtier and airy as he spoke to him. Harry smirked around his bite of food.

“Bye Marc. Bye Michael.” Once they heard the door close, she stood from the chair to give Harry some breathing room.

Tried to, anyway.

“Where are y’going?” he grumbled, frowning as he snagged her with one hand and tugged her back almost dropping his yummy food in the process. She sat right back in his lap. She turned, grabbing his plate while he adjusted her so she sat cradled on his legs. She fed him another bite as she spoke.

“I was just giving you space to eat.”

“What ‘bout me says I want space from you?” He questioned, his eyebrows pinching together in the process.

“You’re a fun boyfriend,” she giggled feeding him another bite.

He rolled his eyes. “M-hmm. Why’s it so cold in here?” He asked, taking another forkful of his food. She wiped her thumb on the corner of his mouth as she shrugged.

“To save money. It was just me for most of the day.”

He frowned. His heart aching for her. “Kitten, y’don’t need t’save money on heat. I don’t want you t’be cold. Y’don’t live in your apartment anymore,” he reminded her.

“I know, but still...it seems...wasteful.”

“S’not. Nothing ‘bout you is wasteful, Rookie,” he promised gently and kissed her cheek. “S’cold at the rink, want t’come home t’a warm house with a warm girlfriend.”

She tucked her face into his neck and Harry squeezed his arm around her waist sympathetically. He leaned forward to set the plate on the coffee table and pulled her closer to him and rocked her gently for a moment in his lap. “I suppose m’partial to this though,” he practically moaned kissing her neck. The need to say I love you was so prominent. It was aching to leave his mouth. She felt so good in his arms. He wanted her to melt into his body so they could meld into one person, and he would never have to leave her. “Missed you,” he mumbled instead.

“Oh, thank God. I missed you too. I thought I was insane. It wasn’t that long but I missed you anyway.”

He practically groaned. “Don’t go to work, Bunny...”

“Harry!” She giggled. “I have to,” she rubbed his back and pulled his face from her throat so she could read his eyes. “You don’t have to come out—”

“Of course, m’going t’come out. Jus’ because we’re dating doesn’t mean m’gonna change everything. I just get to fuck you now,” he cupped her jaw and parted her lips with his own. He had that boyish smile pressed against her mouth as she laughed into the kiss.

“You had a long day though, you should stay—”

“I can’t be away from y’for this long, Rookie. I’ll go insane.”

She opened her mouth to say something but at that moment her phone rang. “I’m sorry I have to take this,” she sighed. “Hello...? This is she. Thank you for getting back to me,” she listened closely, and he could see her thinking actively as she listened, calculating, and questioning something that was said. “I just don’t understand how that’s possible. I’ve had this policy for years. Since I first got my license. I’ve been such a loyal customer and—”

Harry’s lips parted. “Oh, shit,” he whispered.

She looked up at him and realization colored her face as well as his own. She put together that Harry knew exactly what happened with his quiet expletive. “I’m so sorry, can you please hold on one second?” She pulled her phone from her ear and muted it. “What?”

“Is that your car insurance?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah, I got a notice that my policy was terminated and I—”

Harry sucked his lip into his mouth and sighed. “That’s my fault.”

She stared at him. “Why?” She asked.

“Well... I figured y’were driving m’car it would be easier t’have you on m’insurance. So... I jus’ kinda told them y’lived here and...”

“How did you get my information?” She asked her eyebrows pinched together. She didn’t seem mad.

“Well... I really only needed your birthday—”

She gasped as the understanding came over her in an instant. “Is that why you asked about my birthday the first time I came over?” She whispered. Her eyes watered almost instantly, and Harry frowned.

He asked for her birthday months ago. He put her on his car insurance months ago. They weren’t even a thing. Not even in the way the rest of the team insinuated when they were at the airport, or when she wore Niall’s jersey.

“Yes,” he nodded and brushed his thumb beneath her eye even though no tear had fallen. “S’when I gave you my car t’borrow,” he shrugged. “I didn’t want you t’have t’worry ‘bout anything—”

She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as she dropped her eyes to her lap. She put the phone back to her ear after unmuting. “Sorry about that, I figured out what happened... I’m sorry for the confusion, everything is all set. Thank you for the help,” she hung up and she looked at Harry, her face pouting so cutely Harry wanted to take a picture of her himself. Honestly, he wanted to capture every emotion that crossed her pretty face on film so he could look at it when he missed her. Even if she was only gone for a few hours. “Harry,” she said seriously, her voice catching as she said his name. It practically broke his heart to hear her say it with so much admiration. He didn’t deserve it. She was perfect and she deserved so much better than a hot-tempered hockey player who was busy seven months out of the year.

“Yeah?” He asked tentatively. Maybe she was upset. An overreach yet again. But he wanted her to have the best of everything. Car insurance to make her safer. A car that wasn’t going to break down at a moment’s notice. An art gallery displaying beautiful photos of the sports world she loved perhaps as much as he did if not more.

“How did you get the reputation you did?” She began and Harry felt his stomach nearly fall out from him. She was in his arms, unmoving, but he was so scared she was going to bolt. Why wouldn’t she? He overstepped a lot. He was clingy and he was gone so much. He had never been so in love with someone, and he couldn’t even tell her. Somehow, he offended her, and he couldn’t help but think about when coach had told him she was off limits. Harry didn’t deserve love because of his schedule and who he was. Top player in more than one way. No wonder coach threatened him. Here he was not enough once more and now she realized it.

“No one has ever been as kind to me as you. Or as thoughtful. I feel so adored—so seen by you,” Harry’s heartbeat flew.

He was wrong. She wasn’t upset. He felt his throat tighten on his vocal cords as he tried to say something to stop her so he could beat her to the punch. But she left him speechless. Utterly stunned that she was going to say it before him. “I love you so much I can’t keep it in any longer,” she held his gaze as she said it, only blurred slightly by her own unshed tears. “You don’t have to say it if I’m too soon or if—”

Harry crushed her to his chest and buried his face in her hair against her neck once more. He tried to work his jaw to loosen his vocal cords, but the ache wouldn’t go away. Then he sniffled unwillingly. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You weren’t supposed t’say it first, Bunny. I wanted t’say it after our first real night together,” he croaked. “I love you so much, I’ve waited m’whole life for you, Rookie. I don’t deserve you or—”

“Harry,” she cooed. “Baby,” she frowned cupping his face. “Of course I deserve you. You’ve been taking care of me from the moment you caught me from slipping on the ice the first day I met you,” she reminded him. “You have cared for me in ways no one ever has. You could have said it, baby,” she peppered kisses along his hairline so sweetly it made him want to cry harder.

Perhaps he was hiding all these years about how badly he wanted this kind of love. How much he wanted to love someone. All the women he had been with were lovely in their own way. Served a purpose, but it wasn’t real. They couldn’t be. It never would have worked. Now that he knew what this felt like with the beautiful woman who took pictures of his team, it seemed so obvious.

“I love you so, so much,” she whispered in his ear and clutched to him despite the fact she knew she probably turned his leg numb from holding her for so long. “I’m sorry I pushed you away, baby. You didn’t deserve that... I don’t deserve you. You’re perfect in every way. I wouldn’t change a second of our relationship or an ounce of your personality. I know we joke, but I was right: any girl would be lucky to have you and I’m the luckiest there is.”

Harry was hopeful the guys never found out that he burst into tears over the pretty girl on his lap telling him she loved him for the first time.

But even if they did, he wouldn’t mind. He was too in love to care.

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11:11

Biker!Terry Richmond x Charlie

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Friday was usually an extremely busy day at the diner, but as the day dragged on Charlie had only served her regulars and a few families passing through the small town. She was scheduled to work 3pm-12am today and had only gotten through two hours so far. Her favorite coworker was off so it was just a new girl named Dawn and the two night cooks Dj and Trey. The diner was empty once again and she sat quietly behind the counter on a stool, eyes running left to right as she read the new fantasy book from the library. Illustrations of a black witch uncovering the history of her ancestors occupied her head as she flipped page after page hungry for more. The local news station on the small flatscreen sent out an advisory for a thunderstorm that would be rolling in later that evening. That explained the gloomy skies and empty diner at least. Charlie and Dawn filled salt shakers and sorted the silverware,mugs, and glasses. And when they finished chatting about pop news and hair care routines, Charlie was warming up to the girl slowly and when she clocked out at 10:30 she actually had started to get bored without conversation.

Charlie balanced two cups of coffee and a large platter of flapjacks in her hands. Her favorite regulars, an older black couple in their 50’s that treated her like family more than her own father sometimes. The Leflore’s had welcomed her with open arms her first year at the diner. She reminded them of their late daughter Kamryn and she remembered vividly Tammy Lefore bawling her eyes out to her one day in the plush booths of the diner. Tammy and Aubrey typically came in later because they loved to help her get to the end of her shift and look out for her. Silver Creek was a small town and everyone knew everyone for the most part but crime had picked up in the last year and it wasn’t always safe after dark. She sat with them and they told her about their upcoming trip to Cozumel Mexico. They would be gone a week and Charlie pouted at the news, she loved seeing and talking to them but a whole week would be gray without them. But promises of souvenirs and gifts kept her sadness at bay.

They bid their see you laters and she watched their sleek white Cadillac truck pull out of the parking lot. And like clockwork the rain began to come down hard. She bussed her tables and secured her tips into her apron, she loved the rain, it was peaceful and serene on some days but nights like this one it was thunderous and loud. But above the heavy tinkling of the rain was a sound she was becoming acquainted with…the sound of that Sapphire black Bonneville Bobber. He came into the diner every night at 11:11 on the dot, how strange that she even remembered the growl of his bike when she hadn’t seen the man in at least a month. How even stranger it was that she felt eager to see him…he barely talked when he had been there in the past, just grumbling here and there before he ate his fill and left. She fingered her passion twist out of habit as her eyes watched him park his bike and job into the diner,built muscles bunched beneath his wet leather jacket as a mug hung on his stoic chiseled face. He shrugged out of the jacket and hung it on the coat rack near the door. She opened her mouth to greet him but her words got caught in her throat as he pulled out a chair from the bar top and sat directly in front of her.

“Hell my little dove..long time no see.” He extended his arm out, a singular red rose in his hand gifted from him to her. She pricked her thumb on a thorn and shook her hand at the slight pain, a tiny bead of blood falling down onto the counter. She excused herself before rushing to the back of the diner for a bandaid.

His hands tapped anxiously against the bartop, his eyes trying their best to not drop down and lay upon the tiny droplet of blood…the smell was intoxicating, and before he could stop himself his index finger had swiped the blood from the counter and sucked it into his mouth. This was the very reason he had chosen to stay away from the small town, he was afraid of what he might do, afraid of how he would appear to the pretty little waitress. He blinked and shook his head trying to get the black irises to go away, how would he explain the quick change from hazel eyes to black ones…it looked unnatural, unsafe even. When he was sure they had gone back to normal he lifted his head and surveyed his surroundings. Three humans, two males in the kitchen…and her.

When Charlie returned, finger smugly secured by a bandaid she quickly apologized before formally greeting the intriguing stranger whose name she still didn’t know.

“Don’t apologize for bleeding, that’s normal. I should have checked the rose for thorns, that was my fault. I’m Terry by the way.. nice to meet you Charlie.”

Before she could question how he knew her name she looked down at her name tag and giggled softly.

“Well it’s nice to formally meet you Terry, what will you be having tonight.” His knuckles rapped against the counter and he held her gaze.

“A glass of water is fine, I’m on a pretty strict diet at the moment..just came inside to get out of the rain before passing on.” She nodded before grabbing a clean glass and filling it to the brim with chilled water.

“Where are you heading..if you don’t mind me asking.?” She slid the glass of water over to him and watched as he held it up to his nose before drinking it.

“No where specific..might even hang around here for a while, it’s pretty damn scenic up here.”

“Now that I can agree with , it’s a small town but it has its perks. There’s something for everyone here.”

“And what’s here for you…what keeps you here?” The question was one she couldn’t say she’d ever been asked before. People rarely considered her likes and dislikes. Rarely asked her if she was ok.

“Outside of my family and friends, it’s the culture for me. So much damn history embedded into such a little town, so many stories of our people…how they settled here and how hard they had to fight to stay here.” He hummed and seemed genuinely pleased with her answer, gleaming grey blue eyes combing over every part of her face.

“Well aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine…I’d love learn more about the history of this place. It’s so…mystic.” There was that damn grumbling again.

“There’s a library in town not far from here the-“ The loud thud of Terry placing the glass down made Charlie jump.

“I want you to tell me. You are a native after all..I want it straight from the horse's mouth. You seem extremely knowledgeable and I’m very ignorant of your town, I'm afraid.” His eyes drew her in, made her feel fearless.

But she was still apprehensive…and yet she longed to put herself out there to try new things and enjoy new people. Handsome strangers were still strangers and she owned a gun. She could handle her own.

“Ok but under one condition. We take your super cool bike and we go Tuesday..deal?” He shook her extended hand. His thumb rubbing over the back side of her hand softly before she pulled her hand back.

“A deal I can live with little dove.” His bright smile made his eyes crinkle and Charlie found herself hoping to see more of it.

“Why do you call me that..little dove?” Every word he uttered to her made it seem as though he was all too familiar with her, she was curious.

“There’s an air of gentle peace and innocence that surrounds you..perhaps you don’t see it as others do.” Charlie had a hard time listening to people tell her that she was a good person,a good girl. They always used her own kindness and generosity against her. She knew that she could live her whole life by the book only ever doing right by people, and yet still be fucked over…a learning curve indeed.

“I the dove and you the crow I assume…Why the crows?”She gestured to the bold black ink against his honeyed skin enamored her. A beautifully crafted portrait that depicted a murder of crows. Probably the most creative tattoo sleeve she had ever seen.

“We’re taught that crows are scavengers that represent death. That their very presence should place fear in your heart because you or a loved one may be next to die.. but I have come to know these birds as signs of rebirth and cleansing. That they carry the DNA of every dead creature with them wherever they fly, somewhat keeping them alive forever.”

Wow. There was true beauty in an intellectual man. You didn’t see that too often around these parts. Charlie wanted to pick his brain for hours, to learn what interested him, and why he felt so damn intoxicating. But her fear of being perceived held back the many questions she had for the man.

“I like that, it’s poetic. It Means something to you, what a beautiful piece of art to walk with daily.” He thanked her graciously for allowing him to blab on and on about the tattoo telling her that others rarely asked of its meaning.

He inquired about the portraits of people that lined the wall behind her. Pictures of people old and young, from so many backgrounds, some taken inside and outside the diner. It gave the place character and that good ole fashioned charm that you couldn’t get in many places anymore.

“These are our customers, some of these pictures were here before me but all the new ones I’ve taken myself. Just a little ode to the people that keep this place open…if you’d like I could take yours also before we close up.”

By 11:40 Dj and Trey had shut down the kitchen and bid their goodnights. Charlie maneuvered around the diner wiping down tables and sweeping the floor. Terry had slipped away into the restroom to relieve himself before he left and Charlie was heading to the back office to retrieve the camera they used for photos. The rain had since stopped falling and she felt the perfect picture would be best with Terry outside near his bike. The aesthetics of the starry night sky and the shiny black bike would mesh well with his large bulky stature.

“You can loosen up a bit..maybe a big bright smile.” He cocked a thick brow at her and his face stayed unmoved and his bulky arms stayed crossed as he…posed?

Giggling to herself she put the camera up to her eye and snapped the first picture. But when she pulled the camera back from her eye, the only thing in the photo was his bike. The air around her felt cold and constricting. How was that even possible when he was standing right in front of her? She cleared her throat before lifting the camera back to her face. She was sure there was a logical explanation for this.

“Uh the camera was on the wrong setting let’s go again.” She blew cold air out of her nose before placing the camera back up to her face, left eye closed and right eye focused on the smirking man in front of her. The flash went off and it lit up his face..he had to have been on camera this time.

Charlie checked the camera again. A loud gasp leaving her mouth for the second time…he was nowhere in the picture. This was a joke right? Someone had touched the camera and was playing a prank on her. Heavy boots crunched under the gravel coming closer and closer. The tiny hairs on her arm began to raise and her heart thudded loudly in her chest. When he finally stood inches away from her the camera slipped from her fingers and onto the moist ground. Her neck craned to stare into the face of the man. Green eyes seemingly glowing as they captured hers. Every instinct in her was calling for her to run, to save herself from a dark fate. But it was as if she was stuck in place.

“Calm your heart little dove. I promise to never pluck a hair from your pretty little head..we have too much work to do. So much to uncover.” He placed a large hand over her chest,careful to not touch her breast. And let his odd eyes close and feel the rushing of her heart under his hand. He put that fear there.

“Please..I don’t want to die. You can take anything from the diner but please..please. I won’t tell anyone else about this I swear.” Tears fell now. People always made it seem as if death wasn’t anything to fear, that it would come quick and swift without a sound. But Charlie feared it..wasn’t ready for it..so soo much work left to do, so many things in life she had yet to accomplish.

“Nothing in that diner is as valuable as you are..it’s fine time you learned that little dove. It’s fine time you’ve learned your place in this world, I will guide you as you will me.” The hand on her chest was now on her shoulder. And Charlie was never good at riddles, never really liked them. But what did he mean?

“Terry, you don't know me. What makes you think you know anything about my whereabouts in this world…this is crazy talk. I don’t believe you.”

“Do you believe what you saw on your camera then? Is that the only deciding factor between real and fake? You should look harder..I was always in the picture, just not something your fear would let you decipher.” He squatted down to retrieve the camera and dusted the small chunks of mud that stuck to its lenses before placing it back in her hands.

A deep breath. What if she was going crazy, what if Terry had been in the picture the whole time. She was scared to click through the camera and see, but she felt compelled to do so. Click. The first picture..she grappled with what she was looking at. In Terry's place against his bike was a…a creature. Something tall and sinister. It’s green eyes looking directly into the camera, long claws gripping the handles of the bike..just as Terry had. The camera dropped to the ground once more and she took off running towards the diner. She yanked and pulled on the door and yet it was sealed shut, she knew she didn’t lock it she would never be that forgetful. But he was walking closer now, closing the space between them.

“If you come any closer I’ll shoot you. Step any closer and I will blow your damn head off!” Charlie’s back was against the locked doors and she watched the man advance forward not caring for her threat.

“That may have been true if it wasn’t behind the counter in your bag. I said I wasn’t going to hurt you. I only wanted to reveal my true self to you..you’re the first human I’ve shown myself to in 200 hundred years. I trust you.”

It was clear now. He was on drugs, hard ones. No human would be alive for 200 hundred years and as for him knowing the location of your bag..he had to have been snooping around the bar one day while you were preoccupied. This was all a big fucking joke and a waste of Charlie’s time.

“Terry, stop it. You’re human just like me. You eat AND drink just like me..made from flesh and bone just like me. Are you on drugs..if so there’s a really nice rehab center the next city over. They helped a family member of mine once.” Charlie was hell bent on proving to Terry that his line was just heavily deluded, he would be fine once those drugs left his system.

“If you were over 200 years old your heart wouldn’t beat..you wouldn't be standing here right now. See my heart beats and yours will do the same.” Charlie placed her hand to his chest and felt..nothing. She assumed it was faint but when she loved her hand and tried placing it directly on his heart. Still nothing. No beating, just hot skin.

“Why me Terry..you could have done this to anyone else why me. I don’t want to know this..whatever you are. You can’t trust me with this information..I’ll tell everyone.” Charlie knew she was bluffing. She knew even more that someone would label her crazy if she repeated anything from this night.

“You don’t believe that. In your heart you’ll do what’s right every time. Just trust me and I promise I will tell you everything Tuesday. But if you find yourself needing me before then use this. Your father will be here shortly, be safe little dove.” He handed her a small metal oval shaped object, incantations that would summon him were engraved around the edges. His tall form retreated and he hopped on his bike. He shot her a toothy grin before his face disappeared behind his helmet and she watched him until he disappeared into the distance.

Exhaustion gripped Charlie on the road home with her father. Her body was heavy and she felt like she’d worked a 24 hour shift as her eyes drooped and her clammy hands shook in her lap. Rest was what she needed. A hot shower, some tea and her bed but outside of the weariness she felt, her mind drifted to Terry over and over. The fear that gripped her tonight felt foreign, like her body had never felt that afraid her whole life. Would curiosity kill her just as it had done the cat? Or would she be spared by a force she couldn’t see.

They arrived home rather quickly. Her father Hank walked over to open her door and carry in her bags. She took her time stepping out of the car, limbs aching to be stretched and soothed by hot water. She sighed deeply and began walking up the steps of their home. But a loud caw stopped her in her tracks. A lone crow sat in the magnolia tree in her front yard. The shiny onyx feathers dancing with the moonlight and giving the bird a striking appearance. But this crow was no ordinary crow and as she stepped closer she realized its black beady eyes had been traded for green ones..familiar green eyes. It cawed once more at her before it bowed, extended a wing, and flew away. Leaving in its wake a dark feather that she took inside with her.

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Hazbin Hotel x Child Reader Series

PART 1 - INTRODUCTION

TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY-ONE TWENTY-TWO TWENTY-THREE TWENTY-FOUR TWENTY-FIVE TWENTY-SIX TWENTY-SEVEN TWENTY-EIGHT TWENTY-NINE THIRTY THIRTY-ONE

The last thing you remember is your dad coming into your bedroom and telling you to hide, mum screaming and many loud, angry male voices. You were hiding in your wardrobe when some police officer pulled you out and dragged you downstairs, where you saw both your parents handcuffed.

‘Mummy,’ you scream, break loose from the officer and run towards her.

A single gunshot rings out, and time slows down for you as you look down and see a red patch on your nightgown. You don’t hear your parents screaming; you feel warm before you close your eyes, tired.

When you open your eyes, you’re no longer in your living room but lying on red, hard ground. You check yourself over and see your nightgown is blood-free. You slowly stand up and take in your surroundings, noticing you are outside and that everything has a dark tinge to it.

‘Where am I?’ you mutter to yourself.

You see a large, slightly rundown hotel in front of you called ‘Hazbin Hotel’, maybe they could help you understand where you were and what had happened to you after you were shot. 

You walk up to the front door barefoot and knock, hoping whoever is inside ended up being friendly.

CHARLIE

The moment the front door opens and Charlie looks around, she sees no one until a small cough draws her attention down, and she sees you, small, shivering and eyes wide with fear. Her heart nearly breaks. She doesn’t hesitate to kneel to your height and reach her hands out.

‘Hey there, sweetheart. What’s your name?’ she asks softly.

You don’t answer right away, too overwhelmed by your surroundings. The hotel is big and run-down but strangely warm. Charlie gives you a reassuring smile.

‘You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But you’re safe here, okay? No one is going to hurt you.’

You reach out to her, and she scoops you up like a protective mother, rubbing your back, while internally, she’s losing her mind at your cuteness.

Vaggie stands behind Charlie, shifting uncomfortably because nothing in hell is ever as simple as it seems.

VAGGIE

Vaggie stares at you suspiciously in Charlie’s arms. Charlie is already in ‘mum’ mode, but Vaggie has seen enough in both hell and heaven to know that nothing just happens. A child appearing on their doorstep all alone doesn’t sit right with her.

‘Charlie, babe, we don’t even know their name or where they’ve come from. What if this is some trap?’

Charlie glares at Vaggie, ‘The child is scared, Vaggie! We can’t just throw them back out there.’

Vaggie exhales sharply, rubbing her temples before walking up to you, ‘Okay, kid. Be straight with me. How’d you get here? Where’s your family? What’s your name?’

You squirm in Charlie’s arms, and she puts you down, still making sure you stay close to her.

ALASTOR

Alastor is interested, coming down to the lobby after hearing a commotion. He’s interested not in the ‘aw, cute kid’ way. More in the ‘what kind of mischief do we have here?’ way.

He looms over you, smiling wide, his red eyes gleaming, ‘Well, well, well! What a peculiar little guest we’ve gotten ourselves.’

Charlie frowns, ‘Alastor, don’t scare them.’

‘Scare them? Oh, perish the thought, dear. I simply find it…fascinating that a child would be wandering hell all alone. What could have possibly happened to bring them here, hmm?’ As he talks, he notices something. The way your lip curls when you’re nervous. The glimpse of something sharp beneath them. Fangs.

He chuckles and crouches down to your height, ‘Oh my, what sharp teeth you have. Why, I’d wager wherever you’ve come from, you’ve had a little taste of something…meatier before, haven’t you?’

Charlie steps between the two of you, ‘Alastor!’ she warns.

He raises his hands and stands back up, swinging his cane, but the amused glint in his eyes doesn’t fade, ‘Just a harmless observation, Charlie. I do wonder, though, what our little guest is truly capable of.’

Alastor, Charlie and Vaggie start arguing about you, leaving you to your own devices.

HUSK

Now, Husk doesn’t do kids. When he sees you begin to walk towards his bar, he groans, ‘Oh, hell no. Nope. nuh-uh. You? Over there. Anywhere but here, kid.’

He grabs you, carefully but firmly, lifting you by the back of your nightgown like a stray kitten. He seats you on one of the barstools, away from the booze.

Charlie shoots him a sharp look, ‘Husk, be nice.’

Husk grumbles but relents, shoving a deck of cards towards you, ‘here. Go nuts. Just don’t make a mess.’

When you start playing with the cards, he watches you out of the corner of his eye, maybe hoping you know a thing or two about cards, ‘Huh, maybe you ain’t so bad, kid,’ he mutters.

Until you drop all the cards on the floor, and he groans loudly and maybe a little over dramatically than what was actually called for, ‘Yeah, okay. Nope. You’re Charlie’s problem.’

Feeling a little bad, you clamber off the barstool and jump slightly, coming face to face with a small, one-eyed demon. Who blinks up at you with curiosity and a little too much excitement.

NIFFTY

Nifty appears out of nowhere, ‘OH MY GOSH, YOU’RE SMALL! LIKE ME! THIS IS AMAZING!’

She’s already buzzing around you, talking a mile a minute, ‘Do you like cleaning? Do you want to help me organise the kitchen knives? OOH, maybe we can fold towels together! Wait, do kids even do chores? What do you do for fun?’

Before you can answer, she’s grabbing your hand, giggling manically, and you can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. She starts dragging you away, mumbling about cleaning and what she’s going to show you first.

SIR PENTIOUS

In her enthusiasm, Nifty lets go of your hand, running off giddily. You nearly fall over, but you stop, coming face to face with an egg that had a face, hands and feet, something you’d never seen on earth. Then three more eggs appear, staring at you curiously.

Then you see a human-sized snake slithering towards you. Where exactly in hell were you?

‘Ah, a new guest,’ he hisses, ‘I’m Sir Pentious, a master inventor, and these are my egg bois.’

You giggle when he bows, so you curtsey back, ‘I’m y/n. Do you like science experiments? I like seeing things sizzle and boom.’

Sir Pentious’s eyes light up, ‘Ah, another kindred spirit; you’re welcome in my workshop anytime, little one.’

You watch him slither away with his egg creation,s following after him, calling him boss.

ANGEL DUST

He was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, when he felt a set of eyes on him. He puts his phone down and notices a kid staring at him, not in fear, just pure wide-eyed admiration.

‘You’re so pretty,’ you blurt out.

Angel freezes. His fluffy ears perk up, and he gasps dramatically, ‘Ohhhh, honey, say it again!’

You nod eagerly and approach him, ‘You’re the prettiest.’

Angel melts. He picks you up effortlessly with two of his arms, twirling you in the air, ‘finally! Someone in this dump with taste. Kid, you’re a breath of fresh air. C’mere, let's play a game while the adults bicker.’

He lets you climb on his back as he prances around the lobby like a model on the runway. At some point, he plops you down on the sofa and starts styling your hair with his many hands, ‘we gotta fix you up, sweetie! If you’re gonna stay here, you’ve gotta have some flair.’

Charlie and Vaggie watch, unsure whether or not to intervene. Meanwhile, Alastor watches with a smirk, ‘How adorable.’

[vin-taege]

This isn’t really a request but the idea of Erik’s girlfriend saying “no! I will not get your face tattooed on my ass cheek!” really loudly to embarrass him in front of his family (or in public) is living in my head rent free and I had to share

same wavelengths

summary: you have a weird sense of humor and Erik is the only one who could match your freak.

genre: fluff, crack

pairing: erik campbell x reader

words: 1.4k

Note: lmfaoo i can't stop thinking about this and i had to write something for it

Your relationship with Erik was built on love, trust, devotion, and goofiness—which in hindsight is probably why you've had this recurring joke.

The first time it happened, Erik had called you while he was on a family trip. You were at the bar with a couple of friends, more than a little tipsy. He was telling you about the ongoing bonfire he was having alongside his sibling and cousins as the lights flashed on top of you, and the alcohol kept you warm.

"Are you on speaker?" you blurted, words slurring slightly.

You heard rustling at the end of his line. "No, but I am now. Did you want to say something?"

"Yeah, can you get Bobby and Julia on the phone?" His voice sounded farther away as he called for his siblings, ushering Charlie and Stef towards him as well.

"Hi, ___!" Bobby cheerily greeted you, a yawn cutting into the tail-end of your name.

"Hi, everyone!" you paused, listening to their greetings. You smirked to yourself. It was a passing thought, really. All inhibitions were gone, you missed Erik, and you thought that it would be the funniest thing ever.

"I just wanted to say that I formally forgive Erik for putting his underwear in my freezer last week. I know he likes the "cold sensation" or whatever, but I just wanted you guys to know before you find his briefs in your refrigerator," you said in faux sympathy.

There was a long silence on the other line, cut off by Julia's loud laughter. Charlie let out a loud "ew," followed by Stefani's scolding. Bobby's voice was low with disbelief; you barely caught the "Dude, I don't think that's normal."

"I didn't! I didn't—I'm not—where the fuck did that come from?" Erik raised his voice, though you could hear the chuckle behind his words. You giggled uncontrollably, the number of shots you couldn't keep track of amplifying just how silly the situation really is.

"I wouldn't fucking do that, what the hell? ___ pulled that right out of her ass!"

Despite his protests, no one was listening to Erik anymore. He was buried underneath sputters, Bobby and Julia specifically adding onto the bit.

"Oh, is that why you always come down at midnight?"

"I think there's medicine for whatever you have. You should go to a doctor, bro."

Erik turned his attention back to you. His tone was light, just a tiny bit flustered by your sudden claim. "You and I are going to have a heart-to-heart when I get back."

"I love you, Erik," you cooed, voice sickly sweet.

"I love you too, you little shit."

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The next time you had an "outburst"—as Erik described it—it was during one of the family barbecues.

Erik stood next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist. Both of you were sipping on cocktails Bobby made while the rest of the family played mega-Jenga and chattered about. Erik leaned over to peck your cheek, shooting you a mischievous grin before lightly smacking your ass while no one was looking.

"Erik," you said his name as a warning. He shrugged, undeterred by your tone.

"What? I was just thinking of asking you to go upstairs so we can play too," he nudged your arm jokingly.

You rolled your eyes, an idea suddenly hitting you. You leaned closer to him, lips barely brushing his. He still had that stupid grin on, but made no move to pull away. He wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you closer so that your hips were pressed against each other.

"You wanna get out of here, Kiki?" you whispered, peering at him below your lashes. He hummed in agreement, slowly moving in to kiss you. That's when you set things in motion.

"For the last time, Erik!" you shrieked, furrowing your brows. The yard immediately went silent, everyone's eyes on you. Erik froze, putting two-and-two together. "I'm not gonna tattoo your face on my ass!"

It was Bobby who broke first, followed by Julia, Charlie, and Stef. He cackled loudly, throwing his head back, damn near jumping off the trampoline. Howard started coughing, trying to cover up his laughter, while Brenda put a hand over her mouth. Even Marty and Darlene caught each other's gaze before turning away to laugh.

To your surprise, Erik stared at you with determination. The corner of his lip curved up, unfazed. He cleared his throat, pausing dramatically.

"Well then, I'm not wearing that dog suit in bed either!" Your jaw dropped in mortification. "I knew you had some kinks, but I really just can't okay?!"

You hit his chest, burying your face in your hands. His chest rumbled beneath you as a second wave of laughter washed around. If you could fold yourself and hide in the grass, you would. You chuckled, letting Erik tug your hands away from your face.

"Can't take what you dish out?" he smirked at you.

"I was just warming up," you wrinkled your nose at him.

For the rest of the day, you were on your toes. Trying to read Erik was difficult. He'd open his mouth and you'd narrow your eyes at him, bracing yourself with an armed retort, only for him to close it and shake his head. You turned away from a conversation with Julia and Stef a couple of times just to see him staring at you with a devious grin and a raised eyebrow.

However, thankfully, you managed to avoid any further absurdities. You both danced around one another, trying to get a feel for when the other person would speak up again.

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It would be a few weeks later, during work, when the "game" would restart.

Erik had texted to say if you could come to the parlor and bring the earphones he forgot at your place. You complied, strutting in with confidence oozing out of the baby tee and baggy jeans you wore. The buzz of a tattoo gun filled the shop, leading you to the back.

Erik was hunched over, working on a girl's thigh. His back was towards you, clad in only his favorite leather jacket. Heavy rock music blared in the background, Erik humming along to it.

The girl spotted you first, her eyes lighting up to greet you. You smiled back at her, placing your bag on an empty chair. Erik followed her gaze, eyes landing on you.

"Hey there, doll." He placed the machine down, getting up to quickly embrace you. He planted a kiss on the crown of your head before returning to his work. "Doing anything after this?"

"No, not really," you hummed. "I was thinking I could hang here until your shift was done? Only if I won't be a bother."

"You never are, baby," he mumbled, voice soft. It almost made you feel bad.

"Awh, thank you, honey. I've got your earphones with me, I can give them to you later. And Kiki..." you trailed off, eyes glinting as you watched him. Erik, fully absorbed in his work and still none the wiser, didn't even bat an eyelash.

"Kiki, Bobby's still angry that you ate his turtle. I think you really need to talk to him."

"Paco's a tortoise, babe. Not a turtle," he responded, your words still not sinking in. You bit your lip, grinning as the girl's eyes widened, staring at him in horror. It took him a couple of seconds, only fully realizing what you said when he lifted the machine so he could wipe at the excess ink.

"Wait a fucking minute—what? Can you believe this shit?" He turned towards his customer. She shrugged, still wide-eyed. He whipped his head back to you. "You're really gonna fucking do this?"

You fidgeted in your seat, your smile dying down. Maybe you really did take it too far this time. What if word spread that your boyfriend was a turtle tortoise eater and he got fired? Erik huffed, glaring at you. Then he cracked a smirk. "You're the one who convinced me it was a good plan. You're the one who cooked him, and now you're letting me take the fall?"

You snorted, wrapping your hands around yourself. To the poor girl's bewilderment, the both of you started giggling. It took a few deep breaths for Erik to regain his composure, and even then, he was smiling the entire time he worked.

[shrimpybbq]

season 3 rafe with his gf & son

they’ve been on guadeloupe for a month now, and it was like rafe had transformed into a whole new person. he was the man of the family now, and he was taking over the finances, the household and all their business dealings. he had also changed drastically as a father, spending any of his free moments with charlie and everything he does, he does it for him

ugh rafe treats his gf so good in season 3, doing his best to show her just how much he appreciates her. he’s constantly spoiling her with affection, gifts, and dates. they go to nice restaurants on the island before coming back to the house, giggling as they make their way upstairs. rose groans as she sees rafe’s hands squeezing her ass, silently thankful her room is on the other side of the house (rafe is a loud grunter in bed, but sometimes he moans just that little too loudly)

they have the master bedroom in the house on guadeloupe and he loves to share a bath with his girl, relaxing with a glass of whiskey as she rests against his chest. rafe feels like everything is perfect in those moments

gf is still a bit uneasy about all the events that took place, but she tries to push her feelings away. she was here now, and this was going to be their life so she tries to embrace it

they spend lots of time out on the boat, lounging on the deck and relaxing in the sun. rafe loves to see his girl in a bikini, and he can’t keep his hands off of her, only behaving when charlie comes out with them too (rafe and charlie wear matching swim shorts)

she’s 100% in denial about the buzzcut at first, eyes widening as he walks through the door. he had mentioned getting a haircut but not this! gf is running her hands over his scalp sadly, whining about where ‘her’ hair went

“Don’t you like it, baby?” Rafe asked, looking down cheekily at his girl. He hadn’t expected such a reaction.

“I mean…. you still look good,” she said as her hand gravitated to the nape of his neck, quietly admitting “it suits you.” Rafe just smirked before placing a passionate kiss on her lips, his lips curving as she automatically went to thread her fingers through his locks, a small whimper leaving her in frustration.

when rafe meets with carlos singh, he’s already missing his family. after being blindsided by singh’s demands he goes to leave only to be stopped, the older man speaking calmly, “do I look like a fool to you, Mr Cameron? I know you want to get back to your pretty little family, but you have the cross, therefore, one of you has had the diary. If you don’t want anything to happen to those you care about, then get me that diary.” rafe is immediately on edge, telling him not to speak about his family ever again. he can’t stand the idea of either his gf or son getting caught up in his drama

rafe isn’t keen on going back to the obx, especially not after settling into a routine in guadeloupe. i can picture him refusing to go unless he gets to bring his family with him, despite their reluctance. little charlie loves guadeloupe and doesn’t want to go, but a little convincing from his mother and father and he’s excited and clapping his hands happily

barry comes around to tannyhill to discuss his and rafe’s plan, only to see the couple sitting outside on the large balcony. rafe is outstretched on the lounge, girlfriend sleepily tucked against his side. she’s almost asleep when barry walks in, whistling loudly at the sight of rafe’s hand once again on her ass

wherever rafe goes, gf goes too - he’s becoming paranoid that someone will hurt them. because she comes everywhere with him now, she’s aware of everything happening with the gold. rafe trusts her, and he tells barry that he should too. besides, it’s her and her son’s future in the balance too

when ward returns to kildare, rafe is not happy. he finally feels like things are falling into place - his girl is happy, his kid loves being home and he has the cross (or what’s left of it). he can start again, become a real businessman and provide for his family. he can give them a life others could only dream of, and whatever his dad wants is no longer relevant to him

rafe proudly displaying his girl in front of the whole party at his house, a little drunk and declaring his love for her, her cheeks flushing deeply at his words

rafe who has some of the gold turned into a ring to propose to her with, plus a pair of wedding bands for later. he wants to spend his whole life with his girlfriend, and call her his wife for real this time. rafe proposes casually, bringing out the ring from his bedside table one morning, sliding it on her finger while she sleeps. high school gf stirs later, going to brush her hair out of her face only to catch sight of the gleaming rock on her finger

“Rafe? What’s this?” She asked teasingly, rolling over to look at Rafe as he pulled on his shirt. He smiled cheekily, feigning ignorance.

“Hmmm… I don’t know anything about that, but it looks nice - don’t you think?” Rafe responded, matching her teasing tone. At the sight of a smile spreading across her face and a small ‘mmhmm’, Rafe couldn’t help but lean over the mattress, his arms caging her in. He placed a heady kiss on her lips, only drawing back once both were breathless.

“Are you gonna keep it on?” The blonde man asked, a hint of nervousness seeping through his voice.

“Of course I will, baby.”

rafe loves calling his girl his fiancée, so proud that he finally stepped up and showed her how much she means to him

he won’t tell her about his plans to kill his dad, but he’ll talk in vague terms to her about it. when she probes, he just tells her that this time it’s better if she doesn’t know

after rafe sends his dad to go on the plane, he returns to tannyhill. he had received his father’s blessing, and he was in charge of everything now. he feels like he has the entire world in the palm of his hands, and the perfect family by his side

his pretty fiancée waking him up a few weeks later with the sound of her vomiting in the ensuite, the second day in a row. she’s pale as she looks up at him, weakly resting her head against the wall as she asks him,

“What do you think about having another baby?”

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[beanzwritez]

Something Nice

AN: I wanted to write something fluffy first before delving into full on smutty stuff 🤣

Warnings: Nothing

Mentions of: Female gender but no use of Y/N. Implied shorter height than Erik [mentioned more noticeably towards the end]

Working along side Erik Campbell, there was always one interesting thing after another. He seems cold and quiet but when I closed the store one night with only him, he was super talkative. That night was tonight.

"All I'm saying is I never knew one person could be so obsessed with death and how its 'coming for our family'." He said, making quotations with his fingers as he used a mocking voice to mock his cousin, Stefani.

"She just seems worried. Its cause she cares for everyone. Speaking of which, should I be worried? Being your coworker and friend and all." I said, chuckling as I joked.

Erik laughed along with me, "You should come over tomorrow. Meet the family. We're doing a whole barbecue in the back yard. I'll text you my address right now, be there at like 3?" He said, texting me the address.

My phone dinged when his message came through my phone, "Definitely. I'll be there." I said as we walked out together.

The next day I woke up showered, styled my hair in a half up & half down look, and got dressed. I wore a black crop tank top with a graphic design, short dark blue jeans shorts, and some basic hightops. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a tall blonde man. From what I remember Erik telling me, I know that this is his brother Bobby.

"ERIK! ONE OF YOUR TATTOO-Y FRIENDS ARE HERE!" Bobby had shouted. I smiled as Bobby invited me in and I had seen Erik laying on the couch playing Mortal Kombat. "He been playing this game on some weird binge." Bobby said to me. I shrugged it off and pushed Erik's feet off the couch.

Erik scoffed and playfully whined, "Come on, you're gonna make me lose my game." And I just chuckled at him. Before watching him shut down the game console.

After a bit, we all moved to the backyard where his family had started setting up for the barbecue. Erik was fighting with the grill to get it started as I awkwardly stood by the back door of their house. Julia came up and started a conversation with me, commenting on how she liked my outfit.

I chatted with Julia and Bobby quite easily through the day and into the night. I had also talked with Erik's parents, Howard and Brenda, and got to know more about Stefani and Charlie as well. I had drank quite a bit and had already gave Brenda my keys so I didn't drive intoxicated.

I managed to miss, through the day and night, how Erik was watching me. He always kept an eye on me as I talked with his family. He eventually came over to me and slipped a hand around my waist and got close to my ear, "You know, I can't keep my eyes off you." He said, only loud enough for me to hear.

I had looked at him, eyes lidded and speech slurred. His actions and the way he spoke into my ear sent a feeling of hundreds of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I hummed and leaned into him which made him chuckle. "Come inside with me." He said and I nodded as he led me inside.

He took me back to his room where he laid me in his bed and covered me with his blankets. I groaned, "Mmmm shorts are uncomfy." My words slurred, making him chuckle again. "I'll leave you in here, give you some privacy." He said and I groaned again. "No, stay. Take my shorts off." I said, squirming under his blankets. His face flushed red but he did help before leaving his room.

I woke up the next morning while Erik stood in the door way. "Morning sleepy. How ya feelin?" He asked me and I groaned, "I'm fine, just waking up is all. Did anything-?" I was cut off by him, "I slept on the couch last night. You asked me to take your shorts off and I did and then immediately went to sleep on the couch." He said, telling her what happened last night.

I nodded and sat up. "I need to put my shorts back on." I said before he left and closed the door. I stood up, stumbled a bit, and grabbed my shorts and put them back on before opening his bedroom door and walking out. Erik smiled at me and I nodded before talking to Brenda about getting my keys back. She nodded and gave them back to me.

I bid them all farewell and I left. As I drove home, I was thinking about everything that had happened last night and this morning. I remembered Erik putting his arm around my waist and whispering in my ear and it made my face flush red. That's when I realized, I had feelings for Erik.

Working alongside him now was relatively quiet on my end aside from nodding or humming to acknowledge him. He didn't realize the quietness I had suddenly had till after he received shorter texts from me and me not coming over when he invited. I always made up some excuse or another.

After a few months he decided to ask me about it, "Hey, are you okay? You seem different lately. Putting it together, you seem to have changed from the one night you had gotten drunk at mine and stayed the night." He said, my face going red but it's unnoticeable due to the red lighting of the tattoo & piercing shop.

"Y-Yea. I'm good. Just have things going on lately." I had said, stuttering alot. He shook his head, not buying it anymore. "It's not that and we both know it. So tell me what it really is. Nobody else is here." He said as he motioned to the otherwise empty shop.

I nodded and thought for a minute before talking again, "That night. You had slipped your arm around my waist and whispered in my ear a-and it just..." I paused for a minute before turning away, "It made me feel something for you and I didn't realize it until I was driving home the next day." I said, my back completely facing him now.

He didn't say a word. The volume of his music increased before I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind me and he whispered in my ear again, "Well I also feel something for you too. I just didn't want to say or do anything that night because you were vulnerable from being intoxicated." He said

My eyes widened, "You do? And you care for me that much?" I said, shocked as I know most other guys wouldn't have done the same if I started something. I turned to face him and hugged him tightly, "Thank you so much."

He pulled away just enough to look down at me and he had a small smile, "I'm serious about this. I don't want us to just be a one and done or fuck buddies. I want you to be my girlfriend." He said and I smiled.

I nodded and we had finished closing the shop for the night before leaving and going back to his house for dinner with his family.

[wlwsoccerfics]

My Voice (KatrinaGorryXClaraMarkstedtXHarperXTeenReader)

Warnings: Trauma, injury, scary, Car accidents, drunk Driver,being trapped, mutism, ptsd, nightmares.Lots of Angst but also some Fluff.

Summary: you stopped talking after a Traumatic experience & your little sister tries to get through to you.

You and your Friends have been in a Car accident. Being Ran off the Road and getting trapped in the Car for hours. The physical damage has healed in the Last six months. Altough you had scars covering your body. But the emotional damage was deep. You didn't speak. Not at all. Not a single Word has left your lips since that day. It was also the day you lost your spark. You usually smiled alot. Since that day you haven't smiled once. Your Friends that also were in that Car accident with your best Friends Brother being the Driver also were traumatized still. neither of them stopped talking though. But one was drinking regulary now and your best friend was sleeping around to avoid thinking about the accident. So all of you were a little broken. Or damaged. Whatever you want to call it.

There was a loud Scream coming from your room. Something your moms heard every night at this point. Your Mama quickly got out of bed and went to your room. Pulling you into her arms . You grab a hold of Mini. Your Mama knew that you had a nightmare again.

"shh, sweet Girl. It's okay. I got you! You are safe. you are Home." She told you, barely above a whisper. She was thankful that Harper and Koby were used to it by now. Cause in the beginning your little siblings would get scared when you would let out that Scream. It sounded like you were terrified. Which you were. Mini gently rubbed your back, kissing your head.

"you want to sleep in our bed with me and mom?" Your Mama asked. You nodded your head softly.

"okay. Let's go!" Mini walked to her bedroom, holding you close , you pressed into her side, holding onto her and cuddling your Koala plushie named Kol you had since you were like 3 years old. You were 16 now. When you reached the bedroom, Harper was there as well.

"you had a bad dream again?" Your little sister asked. The little Girl was always concerned about you these days. You nodded your head gently. you nodded your head and climbed into the bed, Harper kissing your forehead when you laid down.

"we are here for you, sissy!" She let you know. You cuddle into your mom's Side. Clara wrapping an arm around you.

"your sister is right, my sweet Girl!" Your Mom answered. Gently stroking your hair.

The four of you were all cuddled up and you ended up falling asleep, so did Harper. Holding Kol.

"Babe? Do you think a Family Trip away from all of this would help her?" Your Mom asked your Mama.

"i mean we could try. Next weekend maybe?" Your Mama suggested. Cause both of you didn't have a game or practice then. You just started going back to Team practice two weeks ago. Before that you were still recovering from the physical aspect of the Car accident. Since you broke your shoulder Blade and had also had a broken Leg and ankle.

"yes let's do that." Your Mom nodded her head in agreement. Harper was all snuggled up into your side, you were sleeping rather peacefully right now. Which was rare for you.

A few hours later you woke up, everyone was still asleep, you somehow managed to untangle yourself from your Family and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing yourself a Glass of orange juice before walking into your room. Sitting down on the floor, with your Art supplies. You just started a pencil sketch. It was a Family Portrait of your moms, Harper, Koby , Charli & Kyra (cause they were your older Matildas sisters and Part of your Family) . Of course you also added yourself . All of sudden you hear small footsteps walking into your room.

"y/n, No more sleep?" Your Baby sister asked. You shook your head 'no'.

"cause of Bad Dreams?" She wanted to know. You nodded your head 'yes' now. Tearing up a bit. Harper climbed into your lsp right away. Wiping your tears away.

"mommies are worried. You have no voice." She explained.

"i...am afraid." You whispered out. Your voice hoarse.

"afawid?" Harper asked. You nodded your head softly. She looked at you, quite surprised. For two reasons, because you talked and you admitted you were afraid.

"yes, cause people want to talk about the accident, Harps." You explained. Voice still barely above a whisper.

Outside of your room behind the half closed doors, there was your Mom watching. Tearing up. Your Mama walked over.

"why are you crying, Love?" Your mama asked your Mom. Whispering gently.

"Harper got y/n to talk." She whispered out, wiping away her tears. Your mama was tearing up now.

"are you sure you heard her Talk and not just..." She started to say but then she heard you reply to Harper.

"i know i have to talk about it... it's just scary." You admitted.

"oh my god." Your Mama whispered out.

"let's go make ourselves known." Your Mom answered. A sleeping Koby in her arms.

The two walked into your room.

"hey sweet girls." Your mama answered with a smile on her face. You noticed the tears. Realizing your moms must have heard you talk. You just knew by the looks of it. So you got up, Harper on your hip. Hugging your Mama and your Mom at the same time. While you managed to hold your little sister and be careful not to hurt your Baby Brother.

"i Love all of you." You told them and they teared up again. Full on crying now. After so many months of not hearing your voice you finally talked again. It may was a small step to Others outside your Family. But for your moms it was such a big deal. And to you it was as well.

"we Love you too!" Your Mama said.

"with everything we have." Your Mom whispered out. Smiling through the tears.

A/N: let me know If you want a second Part.

[sabrinasopposite]

imperfect for you.

pt. 3 of drinks or coffee / college!charlie baker x photographer!reader

my boy, come take my hand throw your guitar and your clothes in the back seat my love, they don't understand but I'll hold your hurt in the box here beside me

summary: after months of dating, its time for y/n to meet the baker family. yet charlie is a bit scared that y/n will see the chaotic, dozen of people in one house. will she still love him even though he was living in a imperfect home? of course she will.

Winter wraps itself around New York, weaving frost over windows and tucking laughter into scarves. The city glows—streetlights pooling golden halos onto rain-slicked sidewalks, store windows dressed in garlands and ribbons, the hum of holiday music slipping through every doorway. Y/N stands at the threshold of something new, something unfamiliar yet warm, as Charlie laces his fingers through hers and says, “Come home with me for Christmas.”

She hesitates, but only for a breath. Home. The word tastes like cinnamon and wood smoke when he says it.

So, she goes.

Charlie’s family is chaos incarnate.

The front door barely swings open before he is ambushed—small bodies colliding into him, voices overlapping, warmth pressing in from every direction. The house is alive, a living, breathing thing pulsing with energy, tangled in fairy lights and the scent of home-cooked meals. 

Y/N watches, wide-eyed, as one of his younger siblings nearly topples a Christmas tree in an attempt to tackle Charlie, and another is running circles around the kitchen, holding a turkey baster like a sword. And within five minutes of stepping fully into the Baker household, she understands why.

“Charlie’s home!”

“And he brought a girl?”

“Everyone act normal—DON’T TACKLE HIM—”

But it’s too late. Three of his younger siblings have already thrown themselves at him, clinging to his legs, one of them scaling his back like a small, determined koala. A dog is barking somewhere. A toddler is crying. A rogue soccer ball goes flying past Y/N’s head.

Charlie groans. “Jesus Christ, guys.”

Charlie catches her glance, and his expression shifts—something between an apology and hesitation, as if he’s bracing for her to be overwhelmed, for her to see all of this and think too much, too loud, too wild. Y/N is still processing the sheer volume of the house, but she’s chuckling when someone yanks her forward and traps her in a surprisingly strong hug.

“You must be Y/N!” She blinks as she is pulled back at arm’s length, coming face-to-face with a girl who shares Charlie’s sharp jawline and mischievous eyes.

“I’m Lorraine, one of Charlie’s many sisters,” she says with a grin. “Come in, come in, don’t be shy—we don’t bite. Well, Kyle did once, but he’s been trained out of it.”

A ten-year-old across the room scowls. “That was one time!”

Charlie sighs heavily. “Y/N, this is my family. Family, this is Y/N. Now, let’s all behave like normal people for once in our lives.”

Dinner is a symphony of overlapping voices, dishes being passed in a rush, elbows knocking, laughter rising and spilling over like an overfilled glass. Charlie’s dad tries (and fails) to carve the turkey without making a mess, his mom keeps swatting away small hands that sneak rolls from the breadbasket, and someone is telling a story that no one is really listening to, but everyone is enjoying anyway.

“So, Y/N,” one of Charlie’s older sisters asks, grinning across the table. “How exactly did my brother, of all people, manage to date someone like you?”

Charlie groans, covering his face with one hand. “Oh my god. We’re not doing this.”

“Oh, we are doing this,” another sibling chimes in. “Because, come on, Charlie. We’ve seen your past choices.” “Beth,” someone coughs not-so-subtly.

Charlie shoots a glare across the table. “We do not need to bring up my ex right now.”

Y/N hides a smile behind her glass, watching as Charlie sinks lower in his chair, clearly regretting every decision that led to this moment.

“I don’t know,” she says, feigning deep thought. “I guess I just really like mechanics who secretly have a soft heart and buy their girlfriends cameras for no reason.”

There’s a collective aww from the table. Charlie turns bright red.

His mom sighs dramatically. “Finally, someone who actually likes him.”

Charlie throws his hands up. “Okay! That’s enough! This is my girlfriend, not my public humiliation tour.”

The table erupts in laughter. Y/N, watching the way his family teases him but loves him so effortlessly, just squeezes his hand beneath the table. He glances at her, and the frustration fades into something softer, something quieter. There’s a beat of silence. Then one of the younger kids asks, dead serious, “Charlie, what’s it like having a girlfriend? Like, what do you do?”

Y/N barely has time to stifle a laugh before Charlie groans. “Oh my god.”

“Oh yeah, we need to talk about this,” another sibling chimes in, leaning against the kitchen counter. “How did this happen? Who asked who out? Did Charlie say something dumb?”

“Probably,” someone else mutters.

Charlie drags a hand down his face. “Can we not do this right now?”

Y/N grins, propping her chin on her hand. “No, no, I’m actually curious. Please, continue.”

Lorraine smirks. “Okay, so here’s my theory: Y/N fell for him first, because look at him.” Charlie scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, you’re decent-looking, I guess,” she continues. “But let’s be real, it was probably one of those ‘brooding mechanic with grease on his arms, pushing his hair back while fixing a car’ moments, right?” “Oh my god, shut up,” Charlie says with a groan.

Y/N, still laughing, the siblings start to join the theories like:

“I believe that Charlie magically poisoned her because, as if a beauty like her could fall for him.”

“I think Y/N wouldn’t fall for his stinky mechanic look—unless they match their freaks.”

“Or Charlie fell for Y/N first! Look at her, I mean… Maybe we need to save Y/N from Charlie!”

The table explodes with laughter as Charlie turns a shade of red previously unknown to mankind. Y/N chuckles but then places her hand on his arm. “Well, I always liked Charlie in my own way, but I met him at this super lame party. Yet he made it more interesting than I thought it would be—also, he asked me if we could go after the party to a coffee shop.” She smiles softly.

Charlie chuckles and nods. “Yeah, ever since then we’ve gone regularly to this coffee shop; it’s our thing now. Oh, and now I can do photography because of Y/N!”

The whole family falls silent because they’re in awe of the two of them. They continue to talk about the little dates or funny memories that Charlie and Y/N have collected over the months.

Later, when the meal is winding down and the warmth of the evening settles, Y/N leans close and 

murmurs, “I think I like your family.”

Charlie huffs a small laugh, still looking sheepish. “They’re insane.”

“They’re you.” He opens his mouth, but before he can say something self-deprecating, she adds, “And at least I have plenty of brothers and sisters-in-law now.” He freezes. His ears go pink.

Y/N just smiles. She doesn’t press the moment, just lets it settle—a whispered promise in the space between their laughter. But later, when he’s cleaning the table and she passes by, he hooks a finger into her belt loop, tugging her close for half a second. No words, just the warmth of his touch, just his lips brushing her temple in the quiet acknowledgment that he heard her, that he felt the weight of what she meant.

That he wants it, too.

The stars are strung low in the sky when Charlie drives them out past the city limits, to where the snow lies untouched and the air smells like pine.

They park beneath an open stretch of sky, the windows fogging from the heat of their breath, and Charlie reaches for his guitar from the backseat.

“I didn’t know you played,” Y/N murmurs, tucking her chin onto her knees, watching him.

Charlie shrugs, hands skimming the strings. “I don’t… really. Not in front of people.” He strums a few chords, then glances at her with something hesitant, something vulnerable. “But I wanted to play for you.”

The first notes come tentative, like he’s testing the shape of the song against the silence. Then, as he finds the rhythm, he loses himself in it, fingers moving with a quiet confidence, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N watches, her heart catching somewhere between the melody and the way the soft light of the car dashboard paints him in gentle golds. She reaches for her camera, snapping a picture before she can think too much about it.

A moment caught. A memory pressed into permanence. When he finishes, the last notes fading into the hush of night, he sets the guitar aside and turns to her.

She doesn’t need him to say anything. She already knows.

Still, when he cups her face in his hands, when his lips meet hers—slow and deep and full of things unspoken—she melts into it like she belongs there.

“I love you,” he breathes against her mouth.

And Y/N, with winter curled around them and the whole universe narrowed to this moment, smiles into the kiss.

“I love you too, my love.”

💌: @blackynsupremacy @alelo23 @angelsgalore @collywobblvs @tvdelrey @tinainaction @seulgi-burgundy @floralscented @artyandink

p1 pt 2

[ravenclaws-stuff]

Birthday Wishes

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Fred wants to know what your birthday wishes are

Tags: Goblet fo Fire, but you are in your sixth year, a kiss scene, fluff

A/n: So I know it's Fred's birthday but I didn't have time this week to write for it so here's a story from my AO3.

Laughter could be heard from outside the Burrow. The Weasley family & co were all huddled around the dining room table filled with all my favorite foods.

Mrs. Weasley, never one to miss someone's birthday, insisted I come over the night to celebrate with them. I looked around the table. All the Weasleys except for Charlie who was in Romania and Percy who could not get away from work, were present as well as Ron's best friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. The Weasleys were some of the happiest people I know. I am glad to have been accepted into this family.

My eyes fell onto the red head seated next to me. Fred Weasley, my mischievous boyfriend. His eyes twinkled as he told the story of Ron asking Fleur Delacour to the Yule Ball. Everyone but Ron laughed.

"Y/n?" The eldest Weasley called across the table. I smile at him. "Any birthday wishes?" I smile at everyone, ending with Fred. "The most perfect one." Fred beams as he squeezes my thigh beneath the table.

"Go on. Tell us." Ron said with his mouth full. As Molly gets onto her youngest son, Ginny joins in. "She can't say it out loud Ronald. Then it won't come true." I wink at the third year.

Fred leans down. "Tell me love. I promise to make it come true." He whispers in my ear. His hair falling in his face. I giggle as I shake my head. "Can't Freddie. It's the rule." I whisper quietly. I kiss his cheek quickly while everyone was busy.

I say my goodbyes to all the Weasleys. Mrs. Weasley pulls me into tight hug. "I hope you had a good time dear." She patted my cheek. "Now don't be a stranger." I promise to be back before the winter holiday ended. "Well, you know where to find me when you finally get tired of this tosser." George joked with smirk. I chuckled as Fred pulled me into his side. "No thanks George. I don't think Fred could get rid of me even if he wanted to."

Standing by the fireplace, I sigh. I don't want to leave Fred. I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him to me. "I'm going to miss you Freddie." He placed a kiss on top of my head "I'll be over this weekend, doll." I nod into his chest smiling. He tilts my head up and leaves soft kisses across my face avoiding my lips.

"Tell me you wish?" He mumbled against my lips. I sigh knowing he won't kiss me until I tell him. I run my fingers through his long hair. I'm surprised to find no knots.

"You." He pulls back confused. "Me?"

I nod caressing his cheek. "You. I love you, Fred Weasley. I wished to grow old with you. I want to have a family with you. I want to spend eternity with you." Tears pool into his eyes. He swoops down kissing me, leaving me breathless when he pulls away.

"I want that too."

[sanakiras]

BOUND BY BLOOD [TEASER]

PAIRING — yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 692 [full fic is 10k+]

SYNOPSIS — in an attempt to escape your past, you join your mother when she moves in with her soon-to-be husband at the other side of the country. the only downside is that your new stepbrother causes you to sink deeper into the rabbit hole you were so desperately trying to leave behind.

TAGS — mentions of death, dark content (stepcest + incestuous undertones), explicit sexual content, mc and jeonghan are two fucked up pervs coming together to maximize their joint slay, additional tags to be added

♪ — ethel cain - family tree,, charli xcx - apple,, ruelle - monsters,, boy harsher - pain,, lana del rey - in my feelings,, unloved - danger,, twin tribes - monolith,, banks - the fall

NOTE — title is not what u think it is i promise. yes i came up with this fic after going through ethel cain’s discography can you tell. do keep in mind that this is just fictional and nothing more than a fantasy, so please (!) skip if the tags make you uncomfortable <3

despite being an adult, your mother’s authority still has a hold on you sometimes.

which is why instead of being in bed all morning like you’d planned, you’re currently in a grand church, seated on a bench in the back of the spacious hall with jeonghan next to you.

your parents were adamant on sitting near the front, but when you were walking into the hall just ten minutes ago, it was jeonghan who took you by your arm so that you and him could sit in the back together, and you’re honestly thankful for it.

with a sigh, you don’t know if you’re talking to yourself, or him. “i have no idea what i’m doing here. i’m not even catholic. pretty sure my mom isn’t, either.”

“no? not a fan of monotonous singing in a cold hall on sunday mornings?”

a scoff escapes you, followed by a sarcastic quip. “such a way with words, brother dearest.”

jeonghan shrugs, as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing. “maybe you should pretend to be sick next time our parents want us to tag along. i’ll have no other option but to stay home and take care of you.”

is it so wrong of him to want you all to himself?

“creative.” you mutter with a grin, simultaneously hiding the effect his words have on your body.

he only gives you that mischievous smile, looking at you from the corner of his eye, and you can’t resist the soft chuckles escaping you.

not much later, he’s sitting closer to you, using it as an excuse to whisper in your ear. “me and my dad aren’t catholic either. i’m guessing it’s just about appearances.”

“of course,” you roll your eyes, “maybe they wanna get married here and this is their way of checking it out.”

jeonghan, very selfishly, doesn’t want to think about his father and your mother getting married. he just smiles at you as a way to conceal his true feelings, and all he can think about is that he should’ve met you first, that you should’ve been his.

so he averts his gaze, attempting to focus on whatever the pastor is saying, hoping it’ll take his mind off it.

the preaching is grim and anything but welcoming. words like hell and damnation are thrown around numerous times in a speech that feels almost like it’s spoken in a foreign language, and he hates it — he hates being here.

but perhaps not as much as you do.

“we must and will all pay for our sins, one way or another—” the pastor’s voice rings through your ears. his words keep replaying in your head, and it begins to make you feel dizzy, heavy existential suffering overtaking your chest, like a loud scream being pushed down but fighting to work its way up your throat.

you have to stop thinking about it.

you have to let it go.

jeonghan takes notice of your change in body language. where you were previously hardly moving a muscle, your breathing has become irregular, chest rising and falling more visibly, and you’re digging your nails into the skin of your thigh.

what he’d do to know what’s going on in that head of yours.

he puts his hand just above your knee in an attempt to comfort you, and when you look up at him with almost disturbed eyes, all you find in his gaze is — understanding.

jeonghan doesn’t know what it is you’re hiding from him, but he figures you must’ve done something wrong in your past, if this is your reaction to the speech currently being given.

but he’s done wrong too.

his palm is still resting comfortably on your bare skin, and your shaky hand reaches out for his instinctively; it feels so right. instead of letting you put your hand on top of his, he raises it to hold yours, intertwining your fingers.

when you look at him with corners of your mouth downturned and eyes glossy, your hand clenching his like you need it as much as you need to breathe, he chooses not to give a damn whether your parents choose to get married or not.

he’ll be there for you when you need it — he’ll make you his.

update: full fic is now available here

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.

[uramakimochi]

MIDNIGHT COMFORT

|Leclerc sister drabble| (See for more here)

Charles Leclerc x (sister)Reader

This picture of baby Arthur and Charles is so precious to me they're so cute, look at little Arthur sucking his thumb😭🥺

Warnings: nothing just fluff, use of Y/n, R is the little sister of the Leclerc siblings because i said so, Arthur being a little shit but we love him.

Translated english because it's not my first language so feel free to correct me.

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Night had fallen on Monaco and darkness surrounded the houses and streets of Monte Carlo. The only light present was provided by street lamps and that evening a strong storm, accompanied by thunder and lightning, was disturbing the peace of the city.

Many people were continuing to sleep and dream without any problems, but there was one small person who was having a hard time falling back to sleep at the time due to the storm.

Y/n had suddenly woken up due to a powerful thunder, which had woken her up from her already light sleep. The little girl glanced out the window and when she saw the crowns of the trees moving frantically in the wind, she felt anxiety slowly begin to invade her body.

“It's just a storm” she murmured to herself, clutching her blankets with her hands. "It can't do anything to me, right? If i go back to sleep it will go away quicker"

So Y/n tried to lie down again, but as soon as her head hit the pillow another thunder rumbled throughout the house, accompanied by a flash of lightning that illuminated her room for a split second.

Y/n jumped in fright, letting out a small cry and hiding her head under the pillow. And no matter how hard she pressed the pillow against her ears, the little girl continued to hear the constant sound of the rain hitting the window and the wind stirring the leaves.

If her brother Arthur had been there with her at that moment, he would have done nothing but tease her for the fact that at her age she was still afraid of a storm. At that thought Y/n felt her eyes become teary, both from fear and shame. It wasn't her fault, the loud noises like thunder scared her, it was normal right?

So, knowing that she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep until the storm passed, Y/n decided that the only way to have a peaceful night was to go to the only person who could give her the comfort she needed in that moment .

So the little girl quickly got out of bed and took out a small flashlight from the bedside table that she used for emergencies like this, so she could move around the house without turning on all the lights and without waking up her family.

Y/n walked out of her room and tiptoed down the hallway, past her parents' bedroom. When she was even younger she often went to sleep with them, but as time passed, her mother Pascale made her understand that she was now old enough to sleep without her parents and that she had to overcome her fears. But despite their mother's words, there was one of Y/n's three older brothers who was still willing to host his beloved little sister in his bed whenever she needed it. And he would have always been there for her, until the end.

Slowly Y/n opened the door, trying to make as little noise as possible and using the flashlight, she approached the bed where her brother Charles was sleeping.

"Charlie..." the little girl whispered, shaking his arm lightly with her hand, not wanting to wake him up suddenly. "Charlie..."

A few seconds later, Charles opened his eyes, narrowing them when he noticed the flashlight pointed at his face. Y/n quickly turned it off.

“Y/n… What is it?” he yawned, confused and sleepy.

Y/n placed the flashlight on top of his nightstand, clutching her hands and feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry Charlie, i didn't mean to bother you" she said, looking at him in the dark.

"It's okay. What's wrong?" he retorted.

Charles knew that if Y/n had come to his bedroom in the middle of the night there was a serious reason.

"Can i sleep with you? Please?" she asked him next.

When Charles was about to ask why, a thunderclap from outside made them both jump and he saw his sister covering her ears with her hands. Charles realized and slid his body backwards so he could make room on the mattress.

“Come here” he said, patting the mattress beside him.

Y/n wasted no time and quickly climbed onto the bed, snuggling against her brother's body. Charles placed an arm over her small body, holding her close, and glanced out the window, hearing the storm outside.

“Are you scared Y/n?” he asked her.

It wasn't a question he asked to mock her, quite the opposite in fact. Charles always worried about his sister and he always did what he could to put her at ease when she was upset.

"N-No..." he heard her reply from under the covers and he smiled amused.

“You’re shaking” Charles replied and like magic, Y/n’s body stiffened against his.

After a few seconds of silence Y/n started speaking again.

"Okay, maybe..." she muttered. "Maybe the storm still scares me"

Charles immediately understood that that sentence was referring to the fact that Y/n was ashamed of being afraid of a storm, at her age. So he knew that before he could fall asleep, he had to at least try to comfort her.

"You don't have to be ashamed Y/n. Everyone is afraid of something" Charles said, stroking her hair.

"But you, Enzo and 'Thur aren't afraid of anything. I'm the wimp of the family" Y/n retorted shaking her head.

"Hey, that's not true. You're not a wimp" Charles called back. "I'm scared too, you know?"

Y/n's eyes widened at that sentence.

"Really? And what are you afraid of, Charlie?"

"Well, many things. I'm afraid of the dark, spiders, heights and especially snakes"

He made the list and Y/n looked at him shocked as ever. It didn't seem real to her that her big brother could be afraid of so many things.

"What about 'Thur? What is he afraid of?" she asked next.

Charles chuckled.

"I don't know. But i know for a fact that he is afraid of something and the same goes for Lorenzo too. And believe it or not, mum and dad get scared too"

"Wow..."

While talking, the two didn't even realize how much time had passed. The storm was slowly moving away and only when a flash of lightning suddenly lit up the room did Y/n go back to hide against her brother's body.

Charles held her close, leaning over her as if he were a protective human shield, and gave her a couple of kisses on her head.

"Go back to sleep, Y/n. The storm can't come in here, it can't do anything to you" Charles whispered and Y/n felt safer when she heard the same words she had told herself to calm down come from his lips.

"And the thunder? The lightning? And the rain?" she asked, looking at him one last time.

Charles leaned down to give her a long kiss on the forehead.

"I'm here with you, so i promise nothing will happen to you. Okay?"

And finally Y/n smiled.

"Okay. Thanks Charlie. I love you so much"

Y/n rested her head on Charles' pillow and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep, hearing an "I love you too" as his last words. And only when Charles was sure that his sister was lost in the world of dreams, then he too closed his eyes, falling asleep on her.

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The following morning, when Pascale and Hervé saw Lorenzo and Arthur coming in the kitchen for breakfast, they were surprised by Charles' absence and especially Y/n's, who was usually the first of all the children to show up for breakfast.

"Arthur can you go get your siblings please?" Hervé asked him and the middle brother rolled his eyes.

"Why me? I'm hungry..."

"Go get Charles and Y/n and i'll give you breakfast. Come on" Pascale ordered.

Arthur grumbled something under his breath, but obeyed and went up the stairs.

"Hey dwarf, breakfast is ready. Come down-" Arthur said as he opened the door to Y/n's bedroom, but was surprised when he didn't see his sister's body in the bed.

For a few moments, a sense of anxiety and confusion pervaded his body, so he went to Charles' room. And when he saw the bodies of his siblings nestled under the covers, Arthur refrained from letting out a sigh of relief. Instead a mischievous smile spread across his face and the boy quickly went down the stairs back to the rest of the family.

“Y/n and Charles are sleeping together,” Arthur said in a triumphant tone, proud to have snitched, since he knew that Pascale was reluctant about Y/n still sleeping with one of family members.

"How come?" Hervé wondered aloud.

“Now that i think about it, there was a storm last night, right?” Lorenzo then said, making everyone understand the real reason why Y/n went to Charles' room.

"The wimp was probably scared and wanted to sleep with Charl- Ouch!" Arthur said in a teasing tone, but then closed one eye in pain when Lorenzo gave him a small hit on the back of the head.

Pascale passed the two brothers and left the kitchen. No one followed her, thinking that she would probably go and wake up the two remaining siblings. But when she reached Charles' room and opened the door, she said nothing. Pascale was entranced as she watched Y/n clasp her brother's index finger in her small hand, while Charles was hugging Y/n's body in his sleep, as if he wanted to protect her from whatever and whoever was outside the blankets covering them. Charles was the very only person Y/n could call her knight in shining armor.

Pascale couldn't hold back. She took her phone out of her pocket and after carefully approaching the bed, she took a couple of photos. That would have been one of the many memories of her children that she would have cherished forever.

She didn't have the heart to wake them. Not yet. So she stepped back and closed the door, letting them rest a little longer. At the sound of the door closing, Y/n moved a few centimeters, but only to be able to unconsciously get closer to Charles who, in turn, hugged her a little tighter to himself.

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